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May. 25th, 2011 05:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeRussian goes here at some point, I'm posting this so everyone can read about the fucking weirdness.
... oh my god most active dream ever and I can't use it for anything. Let's see. This dream involved:
Getting fairly stoned with Misha Collins. Sinking down onto a couch sandwiched between Misha and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
terrie01 and Misha. Faceplanting into said couch with Misha. Waking up with half the pants I had on (the lower half was missing and him giggling over it. Being cuddled with an arm around the shoulders by Misha. Ending up cheek to cheek with Misha while, in a darkened auditorium, many young ... maybe eight to twelve year olds? Ate fudge and played video games and got hyper. And me telling him this is what we have to look forward to. Me leaning against a piano next to Misha and prank calling Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and then him programming JDM's correct number into my phone. Me sprawled out on a stage floor that wasn't in use with Misha. And then telling him that if we're going to be such good friends, he has to help me. Я говорю по-русски по-русски. No, Я говорю плохо по-русски. I said both those things because evidently I was still stoned out of my gourd. Then I started explaining, in each language, what languages I spoke and how well. I got up to Spanish when the alarm went off.
Seriously, what the hell. Oh, and somewhere in there, I think after the fudge and children but before the phone, he asked why no one wanted to play gin with him. I told him it was because he drank it all. And at some point when he started babbling in Russian and English about something I asked him if he was mobbed up. he said no, I'm not mobbed up. Then after the drank all the gin comment I told him he really was sort of half Russian wasn't he. He was very giggly.
No, seriously, brain, what the hell. Um. This is going up now before anything else happens so I don't lose it. I think that's all the salient points that I can remember. Oh, apparently I changed pants because mine got ripped right down the inseam somewhere along the line and I ended up in a jeans miniskirt that was one of those sewn out of pants things. There, I've typed it all, now I can... something. Slowly wake up.
... oh my god most active dream ever and I can't use it for anything. Let's see. This dream involved:
Getting fairly stoned with Misha Collins. Sinking down onto a couch sandwiched between Misha and
terrie01 and Misha. Faceplanting into said couch with Misha. Waking up with half the pants I had on (the lower half was missing and him giggling over it. Being cuddled with an arm around the shoulders by Misha. Ending up cheek to cheek with Misha while, in a darkened auditorium, many young ... maybe eight to twelve year olds? Ate fudge and played video games and got hyper. And me telling him this is what we have to look forward to. Me leaning against a piano next to Misha and prank calling Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and then him programming JDM's correct number into my phone. Me sprawled out on a stage floor that wasn't in use with Misha. And then telling him that if we're going to be such good friends, he has to help me. Я говорю по-русски по-русски. No, Я говорю плохо по-русски. I said both those things because evidently I was still stoned out of my gourd. Then I started explaining, in each language, what languages I spoke and how well. I got up to Spanish when the alarm went off. Seriously, what the hell. Oh, and somewhere in there, I think after the fudge and children but before the phone, he asked why no one wanted to play gin with him. I told him it was because he drank it all. And at some point when he started babbling in Russian and English about something I asked him if he was mobbed up. he said no, I'm not mobbed up. Then after the drank all the gin comment I told him he really was sort of half Russian wasn't he. He was very giggly.
No, seriously, brain, what the hell. Um. This is going up now before anything else happens so I don't lose it. I think that's all the salient points that I can remember. Oh, apparently I changed pants because mine got ripped right down the inseam somewhere along the line and I ended up in a jeans miniskirt that was one of those sewn out of pants things. There, I've typed it all, now I can... something. Slowly wake up.