Ah yes and then before that I had a dream where I was sat next to Clint Eastwood, looking something like how he appears in Gran Torino….. and turns out we were sat opposite a computer and he started asking me to type something really long into Google for him, exactly like my dad does. I didn’t know whether I was more annoyed or in awe. I also don’t know if it was trying to tell me some sort of Jungian Electra complex thing about how I have a crush on my dad because he is secretly Clint Eastwood, or whether it was just saying Clint Eastwood is awesome and everything but he is worse at computers than my dad is, but he’s still Clint Eastwood, so therefore it is okay to not be good at everything.
It was some sort of Samsung mobile phone, if you were wondering. He wanted one :/