The Bungalow

I had an awful nightmare last night about Thanksgiving. I'm hosting dinner again this year and in the dream EVERYTHING just went horrible wrong. None of the food was cooked, I completely forgot to make mashed potatoes, the rolls burned. For some reason I was making a prime rib roast instead of a turkey and I only put it in the oven 2 hours before we were due to eat so it was pretty much completely raw and inedible. Woke up in a complete panic and yeah. That was fun. NOT. :-P

Check this one out. I don't even know where to start trying to explain this one....

The dream started at this petting zoo/live animal show thing. There were like alpacas and horses and stuff like that. I was there with my (real life) best friend. We're walking around and then we come to this area and there are snakes all over the ground. I HATE snakes. Like, Indiana Jones HATE snakes. I'm trying to pick my way through. My BFF, meanwhile, sits down and makes like a comfy nest for herself right in the middle of everything. Yeah, I get out of there ASAP and find myself inside a school.

And inside this school, there is apparently a Show Choir competition happening. I think I'm part of one of the choirs, but I'm not positive. Who should be there but one Richard Castle and it is very important that I talk to him. We find ourselves in this backroom with big glass doors. And it is tense. *wink wink nudge nudge* However, I am there to tell him that I cannot be alone with him until I am of age. I guess I'm only 17 in the dream and we want to be together, but we can't since he's so much older and all that. Yeah, I don't know either.

So, I leave him alone and go back out into the main lobby where all the choirs are lining up and the former director of The Nutcracker that I used to do shows up with a bunch of absolutely hideous Christmas sweaters. She's one of the choir directors and these are their costumes. They're oh so happy about that. [/sarcasm]

Then I'm downstairs in like the basement where there is a fashion show going on and all the Glee girls are there. There are some really fabulous clothes going down the runway.

Then another jump-cut and I'm back outside. Not sure what exactly is going on, but there's a huge crowd of people. Actually, now that I think about it, it must have been a concert of some sort cos people were jumping and dancing, like you do. Mr. Schue then shows up with his BFF and we're like smashed in together and he's got his hands on my shoulders and stuff. He yells/asks, "You guys having a good time?" I turn around to answer and see that his eyes are glassy and then I get a whiff. And I'm like "Mr. Schue!" And he's all, "Don't be such a party pooper." (BTW - Mr. Schue gets really handsy when he's toasted cos he was like all over me.) I'm like, "Well, next time share and I won't be!" And so he pulls a little baggie out of his pocket.

Then I woke up.

Seriously, what the hell was that? That is the most schizophrenic dream I think I've ever had. What the hell, brain?

Mostly... LOL

We ended up just doing a single process dark-ish brown over everything to just cover it up. It worked. :-) There's still a little bit of a red tint to it because of what was underneath, but at least it's not the horrid orange shade it was a couple days ago. And it should grow out, well, too. Which is good.

I also had my first Glee related dream last night! Hehe. It was actually kind of a sweet thing. I was meeting a couple friends at a Steak 'n' Shake (don't know who they were as I didn't recognize them when they showed up. But they were a couple, so, anyway). And we were still in high school or college. Maybe early college cos we all drove to where we were. Anyway, I'm sitting there waiting and Darren Criss (Blaine) walks in. Apparently we knew each other from school. He's there by himself, so he joins us. It seems we always had this flirty thing going on, but never did anything about it. Well, through the course of the meal he gradually moves closer, puts his hand on my knee at one point and then we hold hands under the table. D'aww! Then he leans in to whisper something, which I can't hear for some reason, but it makes me kinda smile and blush a little. And then I woke up... :-( I tried to get back into it, but it wasn't working. Boo. So, yeah. That one was kinda fun and not too freaky. :-)

More wacky dreams last night.

The first one, Jared had gotten a role in a new movie. Playing a marine. I think you might see where this is going.... The UPROAR from fandom when the first shot of him with a shaved head was released was EPIC. OMG. It was insane. It was seriously like chopping off Samson's hair. So ridiculous.

The next one was this weird Narnia-esque thing where realities kept shifting. At one point we were floating in the middle of the ocean, but then we were back home in the middle of a rainstorm. It was really trippy. Oh, and at one point I had murdered Eliza Dushku and stuffed her under the backseat in my car. But that wasn't real and I kept having to remind myself "No. I did not murder Eliza Dushku." I almost called my brother for tips on how to hide the body. It was so weird.

So, yeah. My brain scares me sometimes....

Had a dream last night that I was at a con with Richard Speight, Jr., Wil Wheaton, and Tim Hutton. Somehow I became BFFs with Wil, which was awesome. And I managed to somehow miss all the autographs, but I ended up getting them (Mama Duck to the rescue!). Tim was very nice and mellow. Richard had this weird sheet where he wrote down my name and did some calculations to figure out how much money he ended up owing me. I got $2, which was apparently on the high end. And it was all in quarters. And since Wil and I were BFFs, well, that was just fantastic! There were also random Creation staff walking around. At some point Wil made me headphones to listen to? They had elf ears on them, I think? I don't know. It was weird. LOL

About to head out with my brother for a little after Christmas shopping to make the most of the deals. Later!

After castielfest, I decided I needed to cleanse my pallet with something, so I signed up for the J2 Fights Crime fic challenge. It's going to be much more light-hearted and cracky than Casfest was. It's based off the They Fight Crime! generator. You sign up and then the mod is going to randomly assign everyone a prompt based off the generator. But instead of They Fight Crime! it's more They Have Epic Sex! kind of thing. LOL For example (from the user info): Jared's a globe-trotting overambitious werewolf with a mysterious suitcase handcuffed to his arm. Jensen's an artistic hip-hop advertising executive who believes he is the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian queen. They fight crime! fall in love! This is gonna be fun! ;-)

Had a couple more wacky dreams recently. Sadly, none were that kind. :-( The first one was Misha worked at the same company I did. But it wasn't the company I actually work for. Just some random place. Anyway, he was like part of management and I was one of the plebian workers. Anyway, I had left my computer for something and I come back to see him and some other guy looking at it. And I start freaking out thinking I'd left something open for them to mock me about. But the thing that stuck with me the most was what Misha was wearing: dark blue jeans, red t-shirt and this GORGEOUS tan/butterscotch colored leather jacket. It was a little longer than a reagular jacket, kind of like a blazer. Six buttons and there was this dark embossed area that went around the chest in a beautiful design. So, so gorgeous. No idea why I remember that particular detail, but I do. Then there was another wacky dream this morning, but I can't remember anything now for the life of me. :-(

So, every time my husband sees me messing around in Photoshop or futzing the CSS coding for LJ stuff he always asks me, "So, do you like doing X? Would you like to do that for a living?" And I know what he's getting at. He'd like me to do a job that is something I actually like rather than just a job. And possibly also a job that I could permanently do from home. But the thing is, if I did want to do any of that for a real job, I would need to go back to school. Sure, I can take existing things and manipulate them and alter little things. But it's not like I could just open up a window and whip up a web page from scratch. I'm not sure I want to, either. I mean, I like doing all that stuff now cos it's just for fun. If it became a career, I dunno... That might take the fun out of it? Having to deal with pissy clients who want everything just so and won't understand why it can't be. So, yeah. Anyway, not sure where that's going. Just rambling....

Another completely crazy dream last night. Some really hot, but random, actor (why can't I remember now??) was a chef who knew how to do a completely kick ass tango (it was HOT) and Adam Lambert was a very nice, if completely egotistical, make-up artist. Seriously. What they hell is wrong with my brain??

( Chuck's back! )

Every time I hear "Welcome To The Black Parade" it makes me think of SPN and what an epic vid that song could make. If only I were that talented....

Then I had a dream last night where I was apparently having an affair with Christian. Yes, an affair. It was really weird. The dream started with us waking up in bed and his head was on my shoulder. We were fully clothed (sadly), so nothing too ridiculous there. But it was really odd cos it was almost like he was the girl all freaking out and stuff and I was the one who was all "It's OK, baby", etc. There were some other surreptitious meetings, but nothing ever happened. :-( But, yeah, it was odd. Then this morning's episode of Angel is the one where Darla starts going all crazy and "dying" and she makes out with Lindsey in his office. It just seemed to tie in with my dream that I was a little thrown by it.

Anywho... Weather here sucks now. It is officially winter. We're supposed to get slammed with a bad snowstorm tomorrow afternoon/evening sometime. I will be working from home on Wednesday. And our work holiday is Friday. The weather better clear up by then. I will be so happy when it's over and I can put all that craziness behind us. Seriously, it has gotten way out of control.

How y'all doing?

Sort of...

It was about the Chicago Con and those auction things they're doing for some of the guests. Some of us "regulars" were deemed worthy of getting raffle tickets for a special drawing for the 10th spot, since they're auctioning 9. I don't everyone that was there, but erin_anderson, lovellama, eviljr and discodiva76 were all there. Well, Erin wasn't there but her tickets were so I dumped them all in the Michael bucket for you. :-D And they had one for Christian. Which, well, he's not going to be at any conventions, so that was weird. But I put some of mine in there, obviously. :-D Sadly, I woke up before any of the drawings were done, so I don't know who won. :-( But that would have been awesome.

Yes, that is from "Careless Whispers." Why am I quoting it, you ask? Because I heard it on the radio this morning. As covered by Seether. Yes. Seether has covered Careless Whispers by Wham!. WTF? I was in the shower and I have the radio on and I can't quite make out the song that's playing, just little snippets here and there and then I hear "Empty Guilty feet have got no rhythm." I was all o_O? Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Yup. I sure did. Interesting...

I also managed to have a dream about Misha last night. I watched his Nip/Tuck (OMG. HILARIOUS. And holy crap is he flexible. I'm not that flexible. And I should be!), so he was on the brain before bed. So, we were at some mansion on the beach on the east coast. Similar to The Breakers, but not The Breakers. And we weren't there together. I was actually there with my husband and Misha happened to be there, too. Anyway, the two of us are standing out on the beach tasting these lobster crab cakes with scallops that I had apparently made. I hate seafood. So, this is the most random thing ever. He bites into one and there's this huge chunk of almost completely raw scallop. Eww. He spits it out and we start laughing, cos it was all just disgusting. Blech. Then somehow, we heard about some big mystery that had happened at the mansion a long time ago and we decide to investigate to see what we can find out. And since we're not really supposed to be doing what we're doing, there's a lot of ducking into closets to hide from the staff and giggling and hand holding while running. Nothing ever happened, but it was just a very fun dream. Lots of laughing and some flirting. It was good times. No idea where my husband was during the whole thing. Oh, well. :-)