Dream...

So last night I had this dream.
It was May term again, and Sarah was in England again. I was bumming around campus, and I kept going to the Den to get stuff to eat, but they were frustrating me because someone decided that the Den shouldn't carry ice cream anymore. So they weren't.
Then Sarah got back and there was a full week left until move-out/graduation. She was telling me about all of her marvelous adventures and everything she saw, which made me really want to go. Then I ranted about this science class I was taking with Larisa (apparently I was still a science major) when Sarah got the genius idea of us leaving for a week in England that day-so we did! She had enough frequent flier miles racked up for the whole flight, I have no idea where my money for the trip came from. I just had to talk to my professor (who happened to be McGonagal)about taking the final on Sunday instead of Friday.
When we got there we rented a car and drove to Stratford right away. The driving experience was REALLY scary-Sarah was driving, but she kept forgetting about the whole stay on the left side of the road deal. But we finally got there and got out of the car with all of our bags and were trying to decide on a place to stay (I suggested bed and baths, but Sarah didn't want to because there were too many stairs, so I suggested hotels but Sarah said those were too expensive so we really didn't know where we were going to stay) when we ran into some people Sarah met while she was there. Then Dr. Scholtz showed up, along with the rest of the class and it was like the original trip all over again except with me, too!
We spent the day wandering around Stratford. I took about a million pictures. There was this ice cream place Sarah went to when she was there, so we went to it...they had a bunch of weird flavors, and their current special was caramel ice cream with apple ice cream and vanilla ice cream and it was really good! According to the rest of the class, the special when they were there was caramel saxophone ("Because what kid doesn't get frustrated enough with their instrument to want to eat it?"). I was also set up on a date with this British dude and a couple people from class waited with me for him in a pub, but I had too much cider by the time he got there and just wanted to sleep (wtf?). Then we met by a river for a class, and got creeped out by snakes floating by. Roger Pollock was there, and somehow (with his assistance) the conversation we were having turned into size and weight and I started joking about how much I "needed" to lose weight but everyone else took me seriously and then I took them seriously so it was kind of weird.
Also, Sarah kept having me hold her hand while we were walking around because she was making up characters in her head and they started "stalking" us and creeping her out (I couldn't see them...).
Then it was the end of our trip in England, so for our last couple of days overseas we went to Australia. Which was actually exactly like England, except with kangaroos. We were staying in some kind of hostel owned by Mr. Weasley that was inside some kind of mall. So Sarah and I bought some sunglasses and wandered around town. By the time we got back the mall was closing, including all of these gates inside, so we couldn't get to the hostel easily, except we had our sunglasses! So all we had to do was wave them near the gates and the gates knew we were customers and they opened back up for us. So we went back in and went to bed and something happened during the night (I have no idea what) where Mr. Weasley was killed and turned into a zombie. But we were leaving the next day, so we just kind of hurried out of there and headed back home after some arguing about going back to get more souvenirs.
Then we were back in Lohe and Sarah was going to bed and I was going to wash up and in the bathroom there was this girl with this creepy old guy and they were using the condom machine, which weirded me out, but I tried to ignore them as I had to take care of my wisdom teeth.
And then I woke up.
...Wartburg track and field, mate?