Weird-ass dream just happened.  It unfortunately involved the ex and his family, but ...well.  Let me just go through it.

For some reason, I was at what I assume was his house, hanging out with him.  I guess his mom decided she wanted to breed pups, because there were so many small puppies around, and I was helping to clean up after them and play with them and everything.  We must have had a teleporter or something because the next morning we were supposed to meet with the Queen.  As in, the Queen of the U.K.  Don't ask me why or how.  Dreams are fucking weird.

Anyway, I decided that I might need help from a friend, so I went to the Queen of Scots, who was - again for some reason - my friend/roommate from college.  I told her I could use her help, but once I mentioned I was going with the ex, she was not happy.  She told me that she would have been on board with going, but that I was hurting myself in hanging out with him, and she was not going to help me do that.  I tried to change her mind, but she kept refusing, and eventually said I had to leave.  I sighed and returned to ex's place.

Again, I started helping out with some stuff, especially since when I got back, no one was around.

Eventually I went to sleep, and then when I woke up, ex and his family were setting up for breakfast.  When I went out to the table, his mom started talking to me about bagels, and despite my not liking them, I took one just to be polite.  We all sat down and started talking about some other things, though ex remained mostly silent.  Then, his mom started saying how much she liked me and that ex should never let me go again because I was so good for him and to him and everything.

I don't remember much after that.

It was a bizarre dream.  Especially since I'm pretty sure his mom either had no opinion of me, or didn't really like me that much.  I might be wrong, but I'm not all that exciting.  She was always polite to me to my face, but I never knew if she really did think I was good for/to him.  Apparently her in my dream thought that...maybe that is just my subconscious wishing that she actually did think that?  I don't know why I would want her approval in such a way.

I have no fucking idea where the Queen came into it...maybe just this desire to go back to London?  

Why was Karen Queen of Scots though?

Weird ass brain.