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This is a post about dreams I had, and therefore completely self-indulgent and not terribly interesting! But for reasons unknown, I don't just keep a DW for posting about dreams. (Maybe I should! But then I would have to admit to keeping a dream journal, and from there it is an inevitable slide into becoming my mother.) Anyway.
I finally had the Supernatural dream I've been expecting to have for a few months now, by which I mean a dream in which HORRIBLE SCARY THINGS. Except my brain insulated me from this by making it an anxiety dream of Dean's. By which I mean, I dreamed I was teenage Dean Winchester, and Sammy and I were staying in this place with bunk beds, and Sam had the top bunk. I'm going around making sure everything is secure, and when I get to the ... floating balloon full of holy water ... it breaks, and I realize the thing in the top bunk isn't Sam, but is actually a red-lit, static-y-special-effects, snarling and clawed demonic beasty, which realizes it's been made and leaps on me. So I kick at it ineffectually and wonder frantically what the hell happened to Sammy and start yelling for Dad, which is pretty stupid because obviously he's not anywhere close by.
And then I briefly woke up? And instead of being traumatized I was entertained, because the beasty was only normal episode levels of HORRIBLE SCARY, and apparently my brain wants to give me the Dean Winchester Experience.
Of course then I fell back asleep and dreamed that I was Sam this time, because my brain believes in equal character time? And in this dream we were investigating something in a creepy old asylum, and nothing jumped out at us, but Dean and I did spend a hilariously large amount of time gazing soulfully at each other and really wanting to kiss, but not actually kissing because of reasons that Dean seemed pretty clear on but I was quite skeptical about.
In conclusion, NO MORE SUPERNATURAL FANFIC FOR ME, this is kind of ridiculous. Instead I will work on my Yuletide! It is only 900 words right now, but it is 900 words that I am fairly happy with.
I finally had the Supernatural dream I've been expecting to have for a few months now, by which I mean a dream in which HORRIBLE SCARY THINGS. Except my brain insulated me from this by making it an anxiety dream of Dean's. By which I mean, I dreamed I was teenage Dean Winchester, and Sammy and I were staying in this place with bunk beds, and Sam had the top bunk. I'm going around making sure everything is secure, and when I get to the ... floating balloon full of holy water ... it breaks, and I realize the thing in the top bunk isn't Sam, but is actually a red-lit, static-y-special-effects, snarling and clawed demonic beasty, which realizes it's been made and leaps on me. So I kick at it ineffectually and wonder frantically what the hell happened to Sammy and start yelling for Dad, which is pretty stupid because obviously he's not anywhere close by.
And then I briefly woke up? And instead of being traumatized I was entertained, because the beasty was only normal episode levels of HORRIBLE SCARY, and apparently my brain wants to give me the Dean Winchester Experience.
Of course then I fell back asleep and dreamed that I was Sam this time, because my brain believes in equal character time? And in this dream we were investigating something in a creepy old asylum, and nothing jumped out at us, but Dean and I did spend a hilariously large amount of time gazing soulfully at each other and really wanting to kiss, but not actually kissing because of reasons that Dean seemed pretty clear on but I was quite skeptical about.
In conclusion, NO MORE SUPERNATURAL FANFIC FOR ME, this is kind of ridiculous. Instead I will work on my Yuletide! It is only 900 words right now, but it is 900 words that I am fairly happy with.