My Brain Hates Me

So, in real-world news, I had a dream last night starring the lovely Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Does it benefit me in any way? Am I perhaps his lady love in my subconscious?

NO.

My brain sucks so hard.

It was a long dream and I can remember nothing of the set-up leading to the end, but I had apparantly met and befriended this other fan girl at some Supernatural event. She had some kind of terminal cancer - the dream kind that leaves you looking thin and pretty, with beautiful hair. She was actually played by Azura Skye because my brain watches too much TV. So, something happens where she meets JDM at this event and they fall madly in love with each other. For some reason, I am in the bathroom, which looks like a royal blue tiled locker room underneath a football stadium, doing my hair. She comes to talk to me about something, wanting me to go with her off to wherever JDM is taking her, and I tell her to wait a minute. A minute later I go out into the hallway and they are making out on the floor and these two guys are lying beside them (doing nothing so why are they there?) and I announce that this isn't something I want to see unless it involves the two guys who star in JDM's old show. They get my meaning, and I huff off to the bathroom because my hair is still a mess. She comes in and tells me to hurry up because JDM has someone he wants to introduce me to for a blind date.

The End

Now, while I know it probably would have been his short, balding accountant, since it is my dream and it was interrupted, I choose to believe it was Jensen Ackles or Jared Padalecki - his two very best TV-land friends.

Because they totally need set up on blind dates by JDM.



 

Unposted Brilliance Awaits You

MEME-TIME!: Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

1. “I haven’t had my hands on a hoe in years,” Dean explained to Billy, but his eyes were all for Sam.

2. He blinked slowly, watching his breath fall in smoky plumes from his mouth, wreathing his head in wisps of fog as he tried to force his fractured brain into some sort of cohesive shape, to make sense of the world around him.

3. “You’ve probably got some kind of demonic herpes or something. Told you to pour a little holy water on it, clear that right up.”

4. Sam emptied the contents onto his palm, the dim glow of the sky overhead making the rusty bottle caps, subway tokens, broken washers, and odd bits of loose change gleam brightly.

5. Every thing has a name.

6. In the words of that pointy-eared humanoid on that abysmal television program, humans were an illogical species.