I think I'm cracking up.

Perhaps you lot will enjoy the dream I had last night.

I dreamt that HRHotness Prince Harry* came into my shop and my coworker (Kristen) asked him for ID and kept calling him 'hun'. I was walking about the shop with a book on my head looking horrified because she wouldn't shut up. Then for some reason, the shop started filling with Yeoman Warders and ravens and I was just standing there, book-headed, and Kristen was babbling on and on about dildos.

Kristen really does run off at the mouth, so I can see why she would be doing that in my dream. I do walk about my flat with a book on my head on occasion, so that's not odd either. Harry and the Beefeaters are a mystery. God, that sounds like a band: Harry & the Beefeaters. Anyway, I think I'm just getting a bit homesick and the most British things my sleeping mind could come up with were the Beefeaters and ravens, which is weird if you ask me. Not that they were in my dream together, because that's natural, but because I would dream of them at all. When I think of home, I certainly don't think of the Tower of London or extremely sexy ginger princes.

*A mouthful, I'm sure.