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kittydesade) wrote2009-07-28 06:16 am
kittydesade) wrote2009-07-28 06:16 am
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... My kitchen still smells of Moroccan chicken. Awesome.
Right. Dreams about John Winchester on a hunt? Kind of oddly hot, in a lumpy and fuzzy sort of a way.
Dreams about John Winchester meeting me and my crazy family at a restaurant to talk to me about said hunt? Hysterical. Anything involving John Winchester meeting my family is hysterical.
Dreams about me, John Winchester, my siblings, and a woman with her four or five year old girl on her lap with NO EYE and a flap of skin hanging down from her FACE because she thought playing with and petting the already cranky leopard was a GOOD IDEA, and now John is driving her to the HOSPITAL? NOT COOL, BRAIN. NOT COOL.
Not even sure that qualifies as a nightmare, just. What the hell.
Right. Dreams about John Winchester on a hunt? Kind of oddly hot, in a lumpy and fuzzy sort of a way.
Dreams about John Winchester meeting me and my crazy family at a restaurant to talk to me about said hunt? Hysterical. Anything involving John Winchester meeting my family is hysterical.
Dreams about me, John Winchester, my siblings, and a woman with her four or five year old girl on her lap with NO EYE and a flap of skin hanging down from her FACE because she thought playing with and petting the already cranky leopard was a GOOD IDEA, and now John is driving her to the HOSPITAL? NOT COOL, BRAIN. NOT COOL.
Not even sure that qualifies as a nightmare, just. What the hell.