This is about my dream regarding Andy in a world where he has set up some sort of hotel in a castle for his legions of fans.
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I initially found myself in what seemed to be some sort of green room/lounge area, with a black leather sofa set, and a 68cm-ish tv with a small wooden coffee table inbetween. Sitting on the sofa was Andy, James and two other people who I presume happened to be from this forum. They didn't seem acknowledge my presence or anything. I think they were watching football or something, and at some point Andy excitably pointed at the screen, in a very "See, I proved my point" sort of way.
Next, I was outside in a tiled courtyard with a couple of bushes and very thin trees randomly placed. There was a small crowd of about 7 or 8 people, and right behind a tree towards the upper left corner of the yard was Mahatma Gandhi. I can't remember what I said to him, but from what I remember I was trying to joke with him, but he took offence, saying something like "James Murphy does not like you, and you've irritated me, and I do not like you too". He then walked off, along with the rest of the crowd. I was disturbed that Gandhi could actually get angy at someone, especially me!
Next, I was in some sort of castle dining hall, like in the game 'Oblivion' and everyone except myself were standing in some sort of cue. We were about to play a game, hosted by Andy. Andy came out of no where with a collection of thick hard-cover books about '17th century naval expeditions' or some vague rubbish like that. The game was simple: A couple take turns reading each sentence of the book they select, for a few minutes, in the queens accent. Everybody including Andy laughed as the first couple in the que began reading aloud in their best fake british accent.
I now found myself alone in Andy's very own food forum. I was seated near 'Nandos', the chicken restaurant's counter. I was all alone, and I think I was waiting for someone. Heaps of international students from Asia were either studying or congregating around the various food forum tables. I remember hearing a lot of 'plates being placed/cleared' from the tables like Ambience.
The castle hotel rooms were organised in a circular dark gregorian monastery like way. In the center of the circle was a pillared dome with maby 5 victorian styled cupboards next to each pillar. On the desk of each wooden cupboard like structure were hardcover books that seemed to be FAQs for Andy's hotel. The first page had the question "Why does Andy charge $250 a night, while others charge far less?" And the asnwer went something like "With years of industry experience, Andy is doing us a favour by allowing us to gain his insights. Remeber that Andy does not have to do this, he is only doing this as a favour to his fans...." and there was more but I just can't remember.
Next I was in a tent somewhere in a carnival while it rained cats and dogs in the english country-side, really pissed off and depressed that Andy was actually charging me $250 per night and that I only had $1000 or something for my very first trip to the UK.
Then the dream morped into something to do with my brother's friend discovering me moping in that tent. It gets irrelevant after.
