I had a very confusing, but somehow hilarious dream.
I was in Middle Earth, we were going somewhere with the dwarfs, to some fancy party. Gandalf looked good, as usual, but me - me and Kili and Fili were late, choosing what to wear and bickering about it. And the one thing I remember in particular - it's me, face to face with Kili, who was dreesed fabulous, but in a dwarf sence of fabulousness, if you catch my drift.
He went - I'm cool, definitely.
- No, you can't say that!
- It doesn't work that way, really.
- So you can't say you're cool?
- If someone says "you're cool', then you're cool, other way there would be a lot of cool ppl around, and we both know it's not true.
- ok, so you have to wait until you recognized as cool?
- yeah, smth like that. I mean, it's not really for you to decide.
Distant shout from the closet - The coolest guy ever! Fantabulous!
Then Kili turns to me, looking smug
- Well, you heard that. Now let's find you smth appropriate, that dress is ridiculous.
And then I woke up. And I dreamed all this stuff in english, which is even more confusing, 'cause I'm russian and my mother tongue is, obviously, russian. And why the hell dwarfs and fashion?! O_O