Wicklow Surrender, Stilton Dreams

I keep dreaming about the United Kingdom. Vivid dreams.

I was on the London Underground but somehow ended up in Wicklow, someone said something about Daniel Day-Lewis living there and I glimmered and shined and brought up my deep love of Phantom Thread.

My roommate was there, we ended up on some cobblestone streets and I found some boutique stores repurposed for capitalism. She ended up changing into my old family friend and I became confused.

I wandered into a cheese shop and found a dreamy, sharp Stilton bedecked with either cranberries or pomegranates.

This is my fourth dream about the United Kingdom in recent memory.