Whispering Moon

Teenage Dream

2013-05-21T08:28:00.003-05:00

Apparently I only bother posting anymore when I have Darren-related dreams. Which is valid. In any case, in my dream last night, I was working at/volunteering at a resort by a nice lake with some beaches. One of my duties as a volunteer was helping to get things set up for a small concert Darren was having. It was just him, a keyboard player, and another guitarist. After helping the keyboardist find the right key for the song (can't remember what song... nothing I associate with Darren normally), he turned his attention to the audience. I was already standing off to the side sort of swaying like a moron (along with some other folks from the audience), and he seemed pretty happy that everybody was getting into it already. He actually stopped to dance briefly with me and a couple of the other girls. And, yes, that's really all there was to the dream. It was brief, not terribly exciting, and left me assured that today will be a good day because in my dream? Darren Criss held onto my hips. What else does a girl really need?

Cuddling

2012-11-15T09:16:00.001-06:00

Darren Criss (A Very Potter Musical / Sequel ) , originally uploaded by GOG-GOG-GOG-GOG.

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.

New Territory

2012-07-11T08:53:00.004-05:00

Last night I dreamt that Wes and I bought the Baker Hotel in Mineral Wells, TX. I've been lucky enough to go in there a few times, and it's an amazing building and one I'd love to renovate if I happened to be rich.

Apparently in the dream, we were rich - or at least close enough. We installed proper gates and stuff to keep people out and were planning to live in a few offices on the lower floor (which don't exist in reality) until the place was renovated. Unfortunately there were tours going through still, and they wouldn't listen when I told them to get the hell out of my hotel.

Still, apart from that annoyance, the excitement of looking at the renovation and trying to figure out what we could salvage and what needed to be redone was super exciting. Here's to hoping someone actually does it someday!

Small sidenote: I have taken lots of Baker photos, and you can find prints of some of them for sale at Wilde Designs.

Teenage Dream

2012-01-07T13:20:00.000-06:00

Obviously I've been having trouble remembering a lot of dreams clearly lately, but last night, I got lucky.

I'm not sure if it was discussing my celebrity list over dinner or having a Glee marathon with my sister (culminating in "Never Been Kissed" just before bed), but despite being a short dream, last night's was definitely a good one. My sister and husband and I were on vacation in New York staying in a nice hotel. No idea why we were there or what was up, but they said they had a surprise for me... and in walks Darren Criss. The picture left is the one that set off my mental image for the dream: glasses, scarf (gray scarf with a green jacket in my dream, if it matters to you), winter coat. And for some reason I had absolutely no qualms about walking straight up and hugging him.

I'd love to say there was fascinating, interesting stuff that happened after, but Pike woke up, and mommy action trumped sleeping. Still, it was sweet and cute and nice. I'll take it!

The Dangers of Fan Fiction aka Blaine is Captain Jack

2011-10-27T10:32:00.003-05:00

Okay, so last night I learned why it's probably not a good idea to read Torchwood fan fiction AND Glee fan fiction right before bed. This is the first dream I've remembered clearly enough to post about in quite awhile.

It started off pretty incredibly depressing. Blaine had been in a car crash and died and Burt was bringing Kurt to the morgue to see him. His parents were already there, crying and depressed and... yeah. There was a long, depressing good-bye scene that kind of broke my little 'shipper heart and Kurt and his dad turned to leave.

And all of a sudden Blaine sucks in a breath and sits up on the slab. Somehow, just like Captain Jack Harkness, Blaine had become a fixed point in time, unable to die. So the Doctor (Elven, specifically because OBVIOUSLY) shows up to try and find out what's happened and tries to get Blaine to travel with him. Blaine naturally doesn't want to leave Kurt, but he also doesn't want to take Kurt along and have him not finish school and stuff and... then my baby woke up crying and I never did find out what was up with all that. If I had any theories, I'd write a fic of my own to work it all out.

School Days

2011-08-24T09:51:00.002-05:00

School supplies, originally uploaded by Crayons to Computers.

I don't recall the specifics, but I had my first school anxiety dream that I've had in years last night. I think I'm nervous on my sister's behalf since she starts college tomorrow. All I remember is that it was the first day and I still hadn't figured out where my classes were - which she already did well ahead of time. Hopefully she'll have far more fun than I did in my dream!

Narrow Escapes

2011-03-01T20:36:00.002-06:00

Creepy old house, originally uploaded by CaptnMom.

My dream last night was exhaustingly elaborate. It started with my mom and sister and I going to this old house for a tour. It was supposed to be haunted and was a cool place. There was sort of a complex of old houses together and even a small theater that they held little improv shows in.

Somehow I had been there before and knew that there was something wrong with the "package" deal they offered to stay overnight. Before I could warn mom, she signed us up. I was nervous but finally said okay since it would take a long time to get home and it would be easier not to have to drive.

The first part of the night was a sort of burlesque show thing in the theater that reminded me a lot of the environment at Rocky. It was a lot of fun and put me at ease. When we went back to the house to get ready for the dinner they offered, I started getting really edgy. Part of the "story" or whatever of being an overnight guest was that the people who worked there would sneak into people's rooms and steal things using a series of secret passages and panels and stuff. I finally got way too freaked and told mom we had to leave. She said that was fine but that she'd promised to help the older lady that owned the place with something first.

I reluctantly agreed to wait a little longer. I stayed in our room and got all our things together because I didn't want something to get taken and us have to stay longer just to get it back. After awhile, mom still hadn't come back, so I took our backpacks and went downstairs calling for her. The employees - who had already started the formal dinner for the guests - told me she was still talking to the lady. I asked where my sister was and they said she was outside. Everyone was acting very polite, but it was a creepy, strained politeness.

Eventually (I can't recall how), I found Kathy and we realized by then (the people weren't pretending to be nice anymore and they were trying to chase us) we had to get out whether we could find mom or not. They'd managed to box our car in when we tried to drive off, so we ended up running on foot down this crazy, scary, complex network of roads looping over and under each other. We finally found a spot to get off the road and cut through into a swampy area.

On the way through, we found another guy who was running from the people at the house. Together we all managed to evade them and eventually get back to down. It was supposed to be the town where my mom and sister live, but it was different. The guy went his own way and we went to our grandma's house. While there we saw strange pictures (they weren't home yet) and realized that she and my uncles were somehow in league with the people at the house. We high-tailed it out of there and back to mom's house, which was very different from her real one.

We were completely freaked out and had no idea what to do. We were both terrified of where mom might be and how to get her out and somehow I was worried that Wes would go there or had already gone there. Unfortunately I woke up before the mysteries could be solved. Maybe tonight it will be Kathy and I to the rescue.

Ostrich Attacks

2011-02-25T11:51:00.002-06:00

Ostrich, originally uploaded by greenpinkorange.

I wish I could remember my dream from last night more clearly because it was absolutely nuts. The dream opened with my mom, hubby and myself along with a lot of the rest of my family (even some I am actively no longer in contact with) being at grandma and papau's house. Grandma had asked me to go through some old boxes and repack them, so I was working on that.

At some point, something weird started happening out in the yard (which had also become bigger than it really is). There were all sorts of scary animals out there. There were also suddenly other people I didn't really know in the house who I suppose we knew in the context of the dream. At one point, a few people decided to go out to papau's shed to get something and the girl that was with them got her head eaten off by an ostrich in full horror movie style. No, really. It was surprisingly grizzly and not funny like you'd think it might be. Ostriches are mean fuckers.

So we decided we all needed to get out and drive away. I stopped sorting and we packed up our bags. Somehow we weren't scared about going to the cars in the driveway despite the fact that there were even prehistoric looking cats and stuff stalking the yard by this point. We ended up joining most of the people in a large bus driven by a guy that, again, I don't really know. We were driving toward the edge of town (that wasn't really the edge of the town they live in) and trying to find a place to eat.

I sort of lose the thread of what was going on at that point, but... wow, it was a little crazy. And, once again, I don't think anyone but me and mom actually *spoke* to papau in the dream. I'm still not clear whether he was actually there or... what.

Dreaming of NOLA

2011-02-24T10:10:00.002-06:00

New Orleans, originally uploaded by LeaSc.

In my dream last night, my husband and I set off in the car for New Orleans along with our friends Becky, Nathan, Katie and Clay. Somehow we all fit comfortably into what looked like a regular sized car. Dream physics ROCK.

In any case, we arrived at the city and were hitting up strange corridors of the French Quarter that don't really exist. I was just sad that this was only one of a series of dreams last night, so it didn't last nearly as long as I would've liked. I'm exhausted today, but I appreciated the vacation last night!

Picking Up Pennies

2011-02-21T11:05:00.002-06:00

Not Worth The Metal It Was Minted On, originally uploaded by LIP_Photography (Karen Ackles).

All I can remember about my dream last night is that I kept picking up coins everywhere. I'm taking that as a good sign that I will be coming randomly into tons of money soon. What? A girl can dream!

Twisted Plots

2011-01-11T08:40:00.002-06:00

Deadeye, originally uploaded by KID DEUCE.

It seems that my dreams have all become random horror movies with celebrity casting. Last night was one of those strange dreams where I feel like I'm watching and acting out one of the roles at the same time. This time around, my "character" was visually portrayed by Kate McGrath from Merlin. Not too shabby, right?

A lot of the plot detail was lost on me, but I (I'll refer to the main char as me since I was her most of the time... if that makes any sense whatsoever) was staying in this weird little town somewhere with my family. I can't remember if we'd won the vacation or what, but slowly we began to realize that the whole place was messed up. Odd things would happen and either no one would listen or they'd ignore it. Everything in town seemed to revolve around us - normal conversation totally changing if we entered a room, people behaving strangely.

There was one guy (played by Russel Crowe) who kept acting like he was going to tell us what was going on and never doing it. At some point, I gave up after a particular weird interlude involving a guy who dressed himself up in, like, a suit of stuffed animals and chased people around a cave including my sister. I went to the bar and met a guy who actually seemed nice (played by Stephen "Twitch" Boss). He was a forest ranger from a national park nearby, but before I could tell him everything that had been going on, he had to leave.

We eventually found out that the whole town was run by this weird guy who pretended to be a rock star but was in reality a monster or alien or something. Somehow we got out, and we were all hurrying to get to my wedding (oddly never did see my fiance). While we were getting the venue (some sort of community event building) ready, the forest ranger showed up and said he had something to show me. I asked why he was there, but we were already into the other room, and he pointed to the TV screen. It was a video of one of the people from the town with my sister.

I never did figure out what was going down or how it turned out. I'm hoping that the Russel Crowe dude decided he was on our side and saved my sister while I rode off into the sunset with the cute ranger, personally ;)

Winding Roads and Glam

2011-01-10T09:04:00.003-06:00

Adam Lambert, originally uploaded by Norman Petrache.

My dream last night was a bizarre mix of the shows I'd been watching, the music I'd been listening to, and the stories I'd been reading.

It opened much like watching a movie. I can't remember the exact back story, but the main dude somehow wronged these other guys when he was a kid. There were four other kids - one the leader and three others that were hurt or whatever by what he did. Again, can't remember what in the world it was.

Then we cut to him grown up. Somehow the leader of the wronged group is out of the sanitarium or whatnot, and he's after the guy. The guy knows it and runs. Now I'm a part of the action and Otis (one of our dogs) and I are at his friend's house trying to help him plan a way to get out of it. We realize that the guy will be sending his lackeys in a particular order based on when/how they were hurt when they were kids. We all decide to go our separate ways and try to find help or something.

I take Otis and end up going to a small town grocery store to get some supplies. The place is super grungey and they're cleaning out a freezer stocked with meat that had gone bad because the freezer failed. Somehow I realize I'd been drinking beer (which I don't even drink) while driving and ditch it in their garbage can so no one knows.

We head back out on the road and then I get fuzzy on the order of events. The guy's girlfriend disappears, so we all go back to meet at the friend's house. When I get there, the place is pretty much empty like he packed up and lit out even though he was supposed to be there waiting for us. I get a little edgy and go back to the car.

At some point not long after (things get a bit muddled at this point), Adam Lambert shows up. Yeah, I know. I don't know why. But I'm not complaining. We find the girlfriend at some point, and she ends up getting a total crush on Adam. Apparently she's the only person in the world who doesn't realize he's gay and sort of throws herself at him. He's totally nice about it but, naturally, kinda blows her off as much as possible. We're all still trying to fix everything and save the dude and... then the alarm went off. I'm kinda bummed I didn't get to see what happened because I fell SURE that Adam would have used some sort of glam awesomeness to save us all.

The Best of Times and the...

2011-01-04T17:03:00.003-06:00

Ewan McGregor, originally uploaded by Uncinefilo.

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.

Creepy Ickiness

2010-11-24T10:14:00.001-06:00

And I don't even remember enough of the story to share it! I know that there was a "hiding from the evil" vibe to my nightmare last night, but I don't remember what said evil was. I do remember being chased by bugs that would get into people's bodies and kinda eat them from the inside at one point, but I think they were just minions of the bigger evil. I do know me and other survivors were hiding out in my grandma's house, but that's about as far as my recollection goes on this one.

Dates, Weddings & Dark Plots

2010-11-23T09:34:00.003-06:00

05/10/2009 11:27, originally uploaded by alun.vega.

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.

Visits and Fashion and Family

2010-11-19T08:09:00.002-06:00

Where the Streets are Made of Gold, originally uploaded by Sue Pennyfield.

At the start of my dream last night, my mom was taking Wes and I to stay at a friend's vacation home. Oddly her friend was an old art teacher of mine, but in the context of the dream, she apparently knew him better than I did. When we got to the house, we realized it looked like someone as already staying there. We were confused since he'd said we'd have the place to ourselves, but we figured maybe his son crashed there for a night or two and just didn't clean the place up again. It was posh with everything from a swimming pool to a gorgeously manicured lawn.

In time we realized that the other people staying there were our family. My uncle's ex wife, my cousin (who I was genuinely happy to see), and my uncle who we've been having all the real life issues with. Grandma was there as well. At one point she and I were going through some drawers to clean out one of the rooms so we could stay in it and we found an old gold skirt that had been hers. She said I could have it, and the strangest part was that it fit (she's a half foot or more shorter than me).

I was actively working to avoid my uncle so that there would be no drama during the visit. We just wanted to have fun. I was doing one of my rounds through a hallway to get away from him when my papau walked through on his way to get breakfast. He just said, "Morning, sweetheart," and moved on through. He was wearing his usual robe, his hair was all ruffled from being asleep, and I seemed to be the only one who thought it was strange that he was there.

All in all, a strange night of good and bad.

Psycho Killer

2010-11-18T08:05:00.003-06:00

Barbie Murders 07, originally uploaded by wildemoon.

Last night's dream was one of those that I'm frustrated to have forgotten. You see, I remember enough to know that it was an awesomely-plotted serial killer chase kinda thing. Somebody was coming to kill me, and it was very exciting - or would have been if I wasn't involved personally.

The problem? By the time I was awake enough to get to a computer, the memory was too fuzzy to make for a good story. Sorry, guys! I'm disappointed too.

Cheerleaders & Old Stemware

2010-11-15T08:24:00.002-06:00

What would you do if you were a master of invisability?, originally uploaded by DARKspawn.

My dream began innocently enough. I was in high school... or something. For some reason most of the people around seemed to be cheerleaders. They were incessantly talking about a competition coming up. Cordelia Chase herself was even there practicing a ridiculously difficult routine involving a machine that looked like it belonged in a circus and would spin the person in it around and then let them go so they could land dramatically. When it went badly (duh!), she was trying to convince the coach that Buffy had sabotaged her.

One girl was pissed because her coach wanted her to cut down her 60 minute routine to only thirty. The other cheerleaders, naturally, were full of sympathy. My main problem personally was that I couldn't find about half my clothes. I wanted to wear a particular yellow shirt because I had decided that my clothing theme for the week (NO, I don't have those) was going to involve dressing to match a cool poster I had (that I don't have in real life, sadly).

At some point I ended up going with mom and Kathy to visit my grandma. Kathy drove us, and neither mom or I was nervous about that fact. Amazeballs! In any case, we got there and grandma said she had something important to tell us. That made us all sort of nervous, but we settled in and mom told her to let us know. It turned out she had just decided to move some old glasses from her wedding to papau into a different room. We were all a little WTF about why she was so dramatic about it, but also relieved that it was nothing bad.

Then we piled back into the car and Kathy started driving. I realized that instead of being where grandma actually lives, we were in Hamilton, TX. I kept asking why we were there, and Kathy looked at me like I was nuts for not realizing it was where grandma lives.

And then? You guessed it! Alarm.

Zombie Apocalypse

2010-11-14T09:52:00.004-06:00

Zombie School Girl, originally uploaded by scottnj.

The dead are walking! They were last night in my dream, in any case. It was oddly disjointed since while the people involved remained relatively constant but we kept changing locations without my having any memory of moving. One minute we would be squatting in an old church and the next we'd be in a Victorian mansion trying to figure out if we could shore up the walls properly.

It was in one of the mansions that we found a room full of folks praying and chanting and hoping that god would spare them the zombie curse because they were so pious. We avoided them as best we could and tried to find another area of the mansion to crash in until it was light again and we could move along.

There was a main base where we kept pictures of all the people in our group who had been killed. Not everyone was grateful to be part of the group, and after one particularly vile dude tried to run a few of the girls off the road on a supply run, we intended to throw him out. He showed up at base with some of his friends. They all had guns, but eventually after we told them to fuck off and make their own base, they did it.

I wish I could remember all the little vignettes of action that took place, but that's all I got. Hopefully this dream will continue eventually because it was kinda fun.

Malls and Genetic Alterations

2010-11-08T08:17:00.002-06:00

Psychic & Crystal, originally uploaded by FotoEdge.

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.

Hair Cut

2010-10-27T09:08:00.002-05:00

#16/365 - J'en connais, originally uploaded by Clara Zamith.

I wish, for the sake of making this post interesting, that I could remember most of my dream last night. Unfortunately for all of you, the only part I remember is that I had my hair dyed a really pretty dark strawberry blond/light red with golden highlights. Somehow looking in the bathroom mirror I managed to give myself a really cute short haircut.

Yep, that's all I remember. I looked GOOD too. Unfortunately I couldn't find any great pictures of short red hair, but this was the one that came closest to the cut. That's the end of the story. Move along, folks. Nothing else to see here.

Memories and Visions

2010-10-04T08:18:00.002-05:00

Old Spice, originally uploaded by Batang Nikonero.

My dream began with my grandma and I staying with a friend who was getting married. I have no idea who this friend was, but they were apparently loaded because their house was massive. We weren't part of the wedding party, so we were catching glimpses of them doing things like going off for the belly dancing-themed bachelorette party. I couldn't figure out why we'd gotten there so early when we didn't have much to do, but at least the place was swanky.

Eventually we went out to breakfast and then back to grandma's house. I still felt kind of weird being there without papau. Nobody was home, so I went back to papau's old room. I was just looking for some little piece of him left there and then he walked in. He looked the way he's looked the last couple of times I dreamed about him - not a young man, but strong and vital. Maybe in his fifties? But with white hair. In my dream the room was Dewey's although I think Gary is living back there in real life.

Papau was talking to me, but I don't remember what he said. He went into the bathroom and found some of his Old Spice aftershave on one of the shelves and handed me that. Then someone who was apparently Dewey's girlfriend came back. In the context of the dream, I knew and liked her a lot (though in real life I've never seen the woman. lol), so I gave her a hug and then left to go with mom to pick my stuff up from the house where grandma and I had been staying.

We were all supposed to meet back at the house for a family lunch or something, so we had to hurry. That was about when the alarm clock decided I was done dreaming.

Harry and the Doctor

2010-09-28T10:31:00.002-05:00

Harry Potter Promo Pic, originally uploaded by virus95.

Time travel has never been so odd.

My dream last night started at my friend Ashley's house. Except it was not like any house she or her parents had ever lived in. I know, I've seen them all. Seriously. But it was her house as far as dream me knew, and we settled down on the couch to watch the new episode of Doctor Who.

The episode happened to focus on the Doctor showing up to help the students at Hogwarts fight Voldemort. But the students had known the Doctor's previous incarnation (or one of them, anyway), so Eleven was having to prove to them that he was in fact the Doctor. And then prove that they really needed his help. Harry was oddly confrontational about the whole thing.

At some point Ashley or I spilled ice cream on the floor, so I was distracted from the episode by helping get that cleaned up. And then I was at my place getting an email from my friend Chad about how he'd had someone out to clean the carpets. Because apparently at that point in the dream I'd been at his house instead? I have no idea. I just know that a Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover is easily one of the strangest things I've ever dreamed.

Triple Threat

2010-09-25T11:45:00.000-05:00

Bright Eyes., originally uploaded by { KC Photography }.

In my dream last night, Wes and I had just moved into a new place. It was in a small town still but a bit more populated than Ponder. We were next door to someone that grew a bunch of their own veggies and (we could see through their mostly glass back doors) had a freakin' sweet kitchen.

But the really noteworthy thing is that we had three kids: a little girl who was a toddler and two babies. Oddly the babies were a few months apart in age, so don't ask me how that worked out. In the dream I kept having trouble remembering their names, though Wes called the boy Perry at one point. Which I would never, ever name a kid. Ever.

Otherwise it was pretty standard domestic day to day stuff... still a bit on the odd side, though.

Molesting the Doctor

2010-09-24T08:20:00.003-05:00

The Guardian - Matt Smith interview, originally uploaded by Cameron K McEwan.

I credit my dear friend Chad with the lovely start to my dreams last night since he kept sending me delicious YouTube vidoes of Matt Smith <3 In any case, in the context of the dream, I was somehow involved with production on the new Doctor Who... but there were other people there who really shouldn't have been, such as one of the guys from Red Dwarf. That's just how dreamWho rolls, apparently.

In any case, we were doing a read through of the scripts all sitting on the floor. I was sitting with Matt and giving him a hug from behind while he read his script. Yep, I'm a dorky fan girl even in my dreams. But in my dreams? There are no restraining orders and people are happy with the interference. Oooo.

Then in real life, Otis decided to wake us up because apparently he was thirsty. When did he become a toddler? Anyway, I went back to sleep and things became less warm and fuzzy. Which sucks cuz I much rather would have kept snuggling Matt, damn the luck!

In the second dream, we were going to a university where Wes was taking classes. There was some kind of play or ceremony going on, and the really weird thing? My mom and dad were there and together, which is, as most of you know, bizarre on a LOT of levels. At one point I went upstairs in a building and there was a hotel room set up for people to wait in or something. I hung out there for awhile and then went downstairs. Wes and I ended up getting in a fight on the way out to the parking lot (we'd all driven out there together) because he wasn't listening and then was being rude. He got pissed and ended up ditching to talk to some chick he was in class with.

I was so ticked off that I just went upstairs to the weird little room again. My phone made a noise and it turned out I had a message. It was from Wes saying that he wasn't sure we were going to work out after all and he was going to take some time to be sure. He said he had gone home with the girl I'd seen him talking to, and that I should just go home with my parents alone. The alarm naturally chose to wake me before I could process any of that or fix anything, so a night of dreaming that ended awesomely fell entirely into suck.