HFCS: effika’s blog

Princess Di and her brother and father were out traveling in the Middle East. Her brother looked like the lead singer of Green Day, and was all punk/emo and stuff. She and her brother and her father all went to some hotel that a lady in Algeria had said was good. I should add that she was just a teenager at the time. It was a snowy and cold day in the Middle East the next morning, after checking in. Everybody went about their business– brother to the pool, father talking to various people. Somebody who looked like Jeff Goldblum pulled up the driveway in a very tricked out, late-80’s Mustang. I am for unknown reasons walking around the hotel. Jeff Goldblum speaks to the father for a bit before beginning to wander around the hotel himself. I am in some sort of lounge when Princess Di and Jeff Goldblum wander in. I hide myself in the coat closet because for some reason I don’t wish to be seen. Jeff Goldblum says that he’s going to kidnap her, and that if she’ll just come quietly along he won’t hurt her. Princess Di says no, of course, and Jeff Goldblum starts beating her, and lots of thumping and banging around and yelling is heard. I’m very afraid that somehow they’ll open the coat closet, for that wouldn’t be very good for me. I hear him drag her off, and wait a few minutes before sneaking back out. I catch Jeff Goldblum at the door of the hotel, about to leave. I know he’s got Princess Di in the trunk of the Mustang, so I stall him for a few minutes while I take down the license plate number, which is from Texas. After he leaves I alert Princess Di’s father and brother, who now must try to rescue Princess Di. Of course we don’t call the police, that’s just not what you do when things like this happen. The next part of the dream is a video interview with Princess Di and her family about the whole ordeal. Apparently she lived, and they all vow to never drive Mustangs or visit the Middle East when it’s snowing.