Does Jensen even like potatoes?
Feb. 23rd, 2020 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amberdreamsDream me is strange.
I had a lot of sleep yesterday after having my tooth out – napping for a couple of hours during the day then going to bed earlier than usual so I think I got about nine hours last night. Nine hours in which to dream about a stray hamster with long whiffly shrew-like nose and peanuts that grew in edible spherical pods on trees (even though waking me knows perfectly well they are called groundnuts for a reason).
But the surprising cuteness of the long-nosed hamster wasn’t the best part. Nope, the best bit was just before I woke up.
It was another convention dream – we were in Rome after a successful JIB, and packing to go home when I digressed in a major fashion into a mission to show Daniel Radcliff that he was actually gay, and this was why he was so unhappy with his life. Generous of us (whoever we were) to intervene, huh? So me and two other people, both male, got Daniel in a room and onto a bed, all naked, prepared to demonstrate how maleness was what would rev his engine. And it did. There was lots of sweating and writhing and at that stage, my male companion (no idea who it was) and I beat a strategic withdrawal so the two love birds could resolve matters.
There was some more debating over it because it seemed true love = cuddles not sex, but I had lost interest in Mr Radcliff’s love-life as I was stressing about my packing. Apparently Italian potatoes were the best ever, and I’d got about 10kg of the buggers to fit into my carry-on bags. Obviously this wasn’t going to work, so I was chasing down my friends to split the load. Surely everyone could squeeze one or two spuds into their bags, right? While I was engaged in my new mission (my friends weren’t that keen be potato smugglers for some reason), we bumped into Jensen.
We walked alongside him for a bit, chatting very casually and unphased at his proximity. He told us Radio Company were doing a very small tour in Europe while they were over here, one gig in Russia and another in London. We were very excited about this news, but I was still obsessing about my blooming potatoes, so instead of asking relevant and important questions about where exactly and when the concerts would be, I worked up the courage to ask Jensen if he’d pack some pots for me too.
Even as I was asking I knew this was too ridiculous for words, and so I didn’t wait for him to say no, but rushed away in deep embarrassment. However, when I ventured a glance back, Jensen was standing there grinning at me. What miracle was this? He wasn’t angry about my insane request? Jensen gestured at the potato in my hand, indicating I should throw it to him. Naturally I was delighted, and took my spare paper bag of potatoes over for Jensen and his friends (the only one I recognised was Richard Speight) to weigh up and distribute.
At which point I woke myself up I was laughing so hard.
I had a lot of sleep yesterday after having my tooth out – napping for a couple of hours during the day then going to bed earlier than usual so I think I got about nine hours last night. Nine hours in which to dream about a stray hamster with long whiffly shrew-like nose and peanuts that grew in edible spherical pods on trees (even though waking me knows perfectly well they are called groundnuts for a reason).
But the surprising cuteness of the long-nosed hamster wasn’t the best part. Nope, the best bit was just before I woke up.
It was another convention dream – we were in Rome after a successful JIB, and packing to go home when I digressed in a major fashion into a mission to show Daniel Radcliff that he was actually gay, and this was why he was so unhappy with his life. Generous of us (whoever we were) to intervene, huh? So me and two other people, both male, got Daniel in a room and onto a bed, all naked, prepared to demonstrate how maleness was what would rev his engine. And it did. There was lots of sweating and writhing and at that stage, my male companion (no idea who it was) and I beat a strategic withdrawal so the two love birds could resolve matters.
There was some more debating over it because it seemed true love = cuddles not sex, but I had lost interest in Mr Radcliff’s love-life as I was stressing about my packing. Apparently Italian potatoes were the best ever, and I’d got about 10kg of the buggers to fit into my carry-on bags. Obviously this wasn’t going to work, so I was chasing down my friends to split the load. Surely everyone could squeeze one or two spuds into their bags, right? While I was engaged in my new mission (my friends weren’t that keen be potato smugglers for some reason), we bumped into Jensen.
We walked alongside him for a bit, chatting very casually and unphased at his proximity. He told us Radio Company were doing a very small tour in Europe while they were over here, one gig in Russia and another in London. We were very excited about this news, but I was still obsessing about my blooming potatoes, so instead of asking relevant and important questions about where exactly and when the concerts would be, I worked up the courage to ask Jensen if he’d pack some pots for me too.
Even as I was asking I knew this was too ridiculous for words, and so I didn’t wait for him to say no, but rushed away in deep embarrassment. However, when I ventured a glance back, Jensen was standing there grinning at me. What miracle was this? He wasn’t angry about my insane request? Jensen gestured at the potato in my hand, indicating I should throw it to him. Naturally I was delighted, and took my spare paper bag of potatoes over for Jensen and his friends (the only one I recognised was Richard Speight) to weigh up and distribute.
At which point I woke myself up I was laughing so hard.
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