trensu: (wtf)
I had the weirdest dream last night. Neil Gaiman was my English teacher (which was strange because I haven't taken an English class in about two years and I'm certainly not taking one this semester). Then I ended up in his apartment because I had a question about the assignment (it was a recycling project where we had to actually recycle stuff and go green; what the hell?) and for some reason my little brother was with me. I met Gaiman's roommate which turned out to be Terry Pratchett (I don't even know, okay?).

Neil Gaiman was all "let's get ice-cream!" and Terry Pratchett was all "excellent idea!" so Gaiman donned a pair of rollerskates and my brother donned a pair of rollerblades. The two of them skated ahead while me and Pratchett walked. We ended up at, I kid you not, "Eames' Ice-Cream Shoppe." Seriously, that's what the sign said; Eames' name was in a much larger font than the rest of the title, and it was all pink and curlicue. Eames was unfortunately missing, but I was ecstatic to be at his shop nonetheless.

Pratchett ordered first, but I didn't quite hear what sort of ice-cream he chose. My brother ordered razzleberry icecream--is that even a flavor? I've no idea, I've never heard of it before. But it had coconut flakes and I <3 coconut; also, I coerced my brother into letting me taste his and, although I can't describe how it tastes, it was good. So I ended up ordering razzleberry with a scoop of butterscotch--which makes no sense at all because I'm pretty sure I've never even had butterscotch anything before. The ice-cream lady turned to Gaiman and was all "are you sure you want butterscotch mixed with razzleberry?" which sort of ticked me off because, hello, I was right there and I can order my own darn ice-cream, thank you very much. Gaiman was awesome though and simply said, "I believe that's what she ordered and I think she knows what she wants best."

As she started mixing the coconut flakes into my ice-cream, my alarm went off and I woke up.

I've decided I need a PASIV, if only to ruthlessly question my subconscious about these sort of dreams. (And, perhaps, to see if my projections manifest themselves as fictional characters as I suspect they would. Hey, I'm not going to complain if I have Sheppard and Castiel walking around in my mind).

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trensu: (facepalm)
So, I sort of realize I'm a slash-obsessed fangirl. I hadn't realized I  was a psychotic slash-obsessed fangirl.

I watched the last episode of season one of Merlin last night. I also watched a youtube vid using Enrique Iglesia's "I Can Be Your Hero" with Arthur/Merlin. I suppose that might explain the spazzy dream I had last night.

I dreamt that I was Merlin and I was planning my wedding. I was in a huge Gothic cathedral and there were fluttery doves all around. It was actually really pretty. My spouse-to-be was...Prince Arthur. *choke* I do not understand my dreams, really I don't. As much as I love Arthur/Merlin,  I much prefer Merlin because he is cute and adorable. I rather would've preferred to be Prince Arthur marrying Merlin. And a cathedral? REALLY? I would think the clergy frowned upon my not-marriage.

I woke up and was all "what?"

trensu: (facepalm)
Woah, I had the weirdest dream last night. It featured Sam and Dean, Bobby and Castiel. And Gordon. My subconscious, apparently consists of Supernatural characters.

So, Gordon was hunting Sam which somehow resulted in Deann being trapped inside a burning Harvelle Roadhouse. Bobby was uber-awesome, busting through the door and dragging Dean to safety. Sammy was panicking and useless throughout it. after that, Castiel was in the backseat of Gordon's car. Castiel was all aloof and coolly angelic--it was wicked. I was there too! Right next to him. I dont know why, but dream logic informed me that Gordon was taking us to Dean. Gordon was heading towards what looked suspiciously like the Chicago cityscape.

Castiel got impatient and popped us (minus Gordon) into another car. He drove and apparently did not like speed limits. He zoomed through the highway, flying past Gordon. (Literally, flying.) The radio played Nickelback. Eventually we flew off  the highway and found ourselves levitating over a snowy hill. I freaked (in a good way). I said something along the lines of "Lucifer must really like you; you're a speed demon!"

I wanted to kick myself as soon as I finished the sentence because the car came to a sudden stop and he looked at me in shock. Then the car plummeted to the snow-covered ground.

(I should mention, while Cas and I were zoomin around, there were pretty sparkly floating jewels everywhere that he and I had to collect by ramming into each one we saw--like a bonus level in a video game!)

The car slammed onto the ground; I survived, thankfully. We started rolling down the hill, building up speed. It came to a halt at the bottom of the hill which, incidentally, turned out to be the sandy bank of a lake. Castiel stepped out of the car and waded in the water. He then turned into a merman. (Seriously. Tail fin, was weird). Then Sebastion!Dean and Flounder!Sam swam about him and Scuttle!Uriel flew overhead.

At that point I woke up and was all "That was trippy. I should write it down."

And I did.

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