Cuddling

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I wish I could remember most of the dream, but the highlight? Sitting and watching a concert (it was like preschool - everyone was sitting on the floor in front of the stage) and cuddling with Darren Criss. No clue why it was happening, no clue why I was so sure Wes wouldn't mind, but it was a hell of a lot of fun. And, really, if I'm only going to remember one thing about a dream, that's the thing to remember.

The Best of Times and the...

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I've been having a lot of nightmares lately dealing with family drama. It's nothing all that deep. I know precisely what it means, it's not that interesting, so I've been sparing everyone.

Before the nightmares set in last night, though, I was treated to something I haven't had in awhile - a cameo from my dream husband. I don't mean dream husband in the sense of him being my ideal, exactly, just that Ewan's my go to sexy dude in dreams. I mean, look at him. Not hard to figure out why ;)

I wish I could remember the plot (something complex involving sci fi stuff and clones and whatnot), but the good part? I had my very own Ewan, and I got to have a lot of fun with him. Not as much as I would have liked (stupid dreams changing on me right in the middle!), but it was enough to take the sting out of the second half of the night, believe you me.

Dates, Weddings & Dark Plots

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Last night's dream was a bit overly convoluted. It began with me and several other girls being kidnapped by a strange woman. She was heavy set and had long, dark curly hair. We were pretty sure we were going to get killed, but instead she had these odd scenarios we were all supposed to play out. The first girl was dressed up and thrown into a wedding while the rest of us stood in as her bridesmaids. No one else at the ceremony seemed to know what was going on or that anything was amiss, the groom included.

Once that was over and she went off with her new husband, I came up next in line. The woman took me aside and told me I had a date to get to. She gave me a different pair of pants to change into and a jacket. I was nervous and still sort of scared and had absolutely no idea what was going on. My mystery date turned out to be Matt Smith. Well, not exactly, but the dude looked very much like him. Again, he seemed to think nothing of the fact that I'd been abducted to go on the date and for some reason I didn't mention it.

We chatted, had a really normal date. He was born in England but had moved to the States as a kid and blah blah blah... all super normal. When I got home, I was informed by the woman that we would be going out again. What followed was a courtship that was actually pretty pleasant despite the fact that the woman was orchestrating the whole thing. I kept overhearing her talk to her butler/henchman/whatever about how things were "supposed to be" for all of the girls she had taken. Ultimately I got engaged to the guy, but the woman was very adamant that we do things "properly" so there was no hanky panky before marriage. Talk about your buzzkills...

Anyway, he got mugged or something at some point, so I invited him to stay at the house with me so he wasn't alone. I had to get permission from the woman and promise that nothing untoward would happen. A few days before the wedding, I overheard the woman talking to her henchman again about my guy apparently being supposed to die. From what she said, I got the impression that she'd seen it all unfold, and instead of trying to prevent it, she was trying to force it all to happen the way it had before.

Naturally I wasn't really thrilled with that idea and was trying to prevent it. I don't remember how it all went down, but one of the other girls who was trying to go against it all and I got picked up by two thugs working for the woman. They explained to us that things had to be the way they were, and they tortured the first girl while I was there as a form of motivation for me to promise to play nice, I guess.

Unfortunately I woke up before the thrilling conclusion, so even I don't know what the deep dark plot was or what happened to my pretty fake fiance. Bummer.

Malls and Genetic Alterations

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My dream last night took a lot of strange turns, and I wish I could remember it more clearly. I think I could get at least a couple NaNoWriMo books out of it if I could.

It began in a mall. I was talking to someone about the fancy spas nearby and checking out the prices through their window. An older man overheard and chimed into the conversation. It turned out that he was an older actor from General Hospital who I recognized. It's been too long since I watched the show for me to place him at once. To be respectful, I didn't point out that I recognized him (I knew precisely who he was in the dream) and instead just kept chatting.

At some point, a young woman with curly blond hair and an attractive guy joined in. We were all talking, but then it was time for her to do her "set". All along the mall, there were niches in the walls where various performers would set up and put no acts. She did a mystic act that was pretty crazy involving dancing (to oddly inappropriate pop songs like "1,000 Miles" by Vanessa Carlisle).

I wanted to see the guy again, so I kept wandering the acts and trying to spot him. I found the older gentleman again but couldn't find the young guy. At some point as I was walking along, the dream apparently changed entirely. I was now a doctor who specialized in genetic alterations. A little girl at the mall was somehow badly hurt by one of the summoned security people. The security was called up when they were needed, and as soon as they weren't needed anymore, they began to decompose until they turned into dust. Then they'd be resummoned whole and ready for the next mission. The evil guard dude in question was played by Julian McMahon thanks to our seeing RED (so good!) in the theater the other day, apparently.

The girl would have died without help, so myself and the cute guy (who was suddenly another doctor working with me) put her into what basically looked like a plate glass window with space between. We slipped her in and then some gel liquid was added. This liquid attached to her and began "filling in" the injured spots and trying to heal her body by binding with it. The issue, of course, is that a certain amount of mutation always happens with these things (apparently). By the time her mother was there, we were trying to minimize the mutation, but it was impossible to stop entirely. When we told the mother that her daughter would likely end up a cyclops, she started crying and saying that we should have just let her die.

That pissed us right off since being a little unusual's better than being dead, and we'd grown pretty attached to the kid while we were treating her. She was probably about seven or eight.

Unfortunately before I was able to find out her fate, the alarm cut into the action and stopped the story.

Recreational Activities

Last night I got a chance to spend some quality time with House and Wilson. Well, sort of. The dream started out with my mom and I watching a movie with Robert Sean Leonard in it and somehow segued to Wilson (his character on House) being ill and staying at our house. Which, naturally, looked nothing like either of our houses.

I'm not sure if mom went out to get something or what, precisely, but myself and my sister were alone at home with House, Wilson & Chase. My sister seemed to be a bit older, and Chase was a bit younger. Naturally, he and my sister hit it off well. They went to get to know one another better and talk in a tent set up in the kitchen. No, I have no idea why there was a tent in the kitchen. :: shrug ::

That left me conveniently alone with House and Wilson. For some reason I saw House as the more likely to respond to my advances, so I put the moves on in ways far more forward than I'm even capable of in real life. It went over rather well, but my mom sadly came home and interrupted the fun (way to be a dream buzz kill, mom!). So instead I wandered off to talk to Kathy, who apparently had gotten along very well with Chase but agreed to let me borrow him to play with later. My sister is awesome even in dreams.

I know there was more to the action than that, but that's what stayed with me after I woke up. Strange, but definitely not unpleasant. Any night that involves making out with Hugh Laurie = a good night.

Tests and Romance

I had a dream last night that I was in Language Arts buying books, and then suddenly I was in Reading taking a test. When it was time to go, I realized that I was still on question one. Then Riley and I were the only ones in the L.A. classroom. He said something to me that I couldn't understand, and then he leaned forward and kissed me. We kissed for a few seconds and then I woke up.