Things I saw in my dream last night:
- The remains of a 12th century highway overpass, which was standing over a 12th century cottage, both made of medieval plywood.
- An ancient frying pan which was glazed in a salmon pink coating with my great great great great grandfather’s initials (in fancy script) molded into the bottom.
- A set of kitchen canisters and salt and pepper grinders made of glass and pewter that stacked around each other like matryoshka dolls from the 16th century. The far-flung relative of mine who was showing them to us on the family estate wanted to have recreations made so we could have some too.
- Scenes from said relative explaining our (totally dreamed up) family history including the doctor who cared for a now-poor family from the aristocracy.
- An ancient microscope hooked up to a 15th century touchscreen that allowed said kids to discover and draw extremely small details of natural things, and somehow also the whole town, but with extremely small lines. Sorry Antonie van Leeuwenhoek but we got there first, with better tech.
- The beginning of a plague that made people vomit extremely large volumes of something that looked like pepto bismol
I am relatively confident that during my next trip to England (whenever that is) my cousin and I will not be able to locate any of these family heirlooms.