oh no, a dream

[oiran]

A dream I had, of possible fannish interest: A Ryan Adams type, whose name was not Ryan Adams but something else purportedly famous (inside my skull, at any rate) was playing his guitar (strummy-strum-strum) at a little chess park in Greenwich Village, and I was trying to figure out whether or not I was impressed (and if I thought he was cute, and if this might become a sex dream), when he started playing The Ballad of Inu Yasha. Which was my favorite song, and your favorite song, and everyone's favorite song. Then actual Inu Yasha follower shaggirl insinuated herself in between me and alt-rock boy, fawning and fangirling and showing off her superior rack (which indeed is in life as in dreams) and I was ticked off. I sulked and ate another cupcake and reminded myself that I didn't want him anyway.

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[swanswan.livejournal.com]

Hum. Bosom envy, cupcakes, guitar boys and anime. I like that one a *whole* lot better than my most recent made-for-tv-drama one. Which I'll tell you about right now!!! I woke up this morning from a dream in which my father and youngest sister and I were running away from my middle sister, who was trying to kill us. Then she caught up with us, and my father put his hand on my back and pushed a button there and I morphed into a giant square shaped robot-alien, and it turned out that my family were conspiring together to off me, because *I* was the dangerous one.

I am stepping AWAY from my psyche right now...

Though there was a nice interlude where I sat between the thighs of some random henchman and we watched tv together. Huh. I think I told him about my Smallville love.

In a way, maybe our dreams are kinda similar. Sex, insecurities, and fandom. The stuff dreams are made of!!

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

You were a robot and an alien? That's a little...distant.

DANGER! DANGER, Will Robinson!

But the intra-thigh hench-snuggling sounds like it might make up for some of the mental stability issues. I always hope I'll have dreams where I'm tiny so I can do things like that, but I remain resolutely Amazonian even in dreams. When we finally meet, you'll humor me and sit on my lap, right? I can randomly hench and talk TV with the best of them.

Fandom is pretty much made up of sex and insecurities with a little bit of writing thrown in to document it all. I think our dreams are, actually, quite healthy.

[twigged.livejournal.com]

You're never going to stop throwing those cupcakes in my face, are you?

*snorts*

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

You have the superior rack, I have the cupcakes. Deal.