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I just popped on to tell you about my dream last night. I was at the Superbowl but it was in Rome. The match (of which I have no recollection) ended and I was trying to find the car, which was in this huge multi-storey car park, and I couldn't even remember what colour the car was because it was my Dad's car.

So I was looking and trying to avoid all the angry dramatic Italian drivers, when someone said, look who's standing next to you - I turned round and it was Chris Evans (and his kid son!?!). So after a British moment of thinking I should ignore him, I full-on fangirled and asked him for a photo before he could escape.

He was a total gent, but of course he thought I meant a selfie so grabbed me - which meant I had my usual fumbling to try and put the phone into selfie mode (why can't dreams just let stuff work?). To try and cover the fluster, I asked him about the match, and he said it had been so boring he'd just zoned out and had been drawing instead of watching.
Then we spent some time chatting amicably while still trying to find our way out of the stadium to the car park (which had turned into a giant field that was part flooded), and on the way we were joined by Karl Urban, who was also totally chatty and charming.

I'd love to know why my brain a) gave Chris a kid and b) why that kid was black!

There was more after I found the car but that part was stressing out about driving round some kind of dock area with a giant crane thing right on my tail, and didn't have any Chris or Karl, so that's best forgotten.

Any way - Chris was lovely. Handily he was both bearded and clean shaven during the course of our adventures, which gave me the best of both worlds. 😂

I woke up too soon this morning.

I was in the middle of a dream about a (kind of???!!) convention panel, probably prompted by all the talk of solo panels we've had recently, because Jensen was on his own.

He was also totally naked, and we were all lying down in sleeping bags on the floor while he wandered about in all his golden glory, totally nonchalant. Got to say it was a FINE display. Phwoar, he has a peachy arse.

I think we got to ask him questions but at one point he was looking out of a window then suddenly asked us "What do you think - Jared and Jensen - the Movie?" Obviously we were delighted but I had to pipe up with 'Yes, before your bodies go to pot'. Jensen gave me one of his patented Jensen looks, and I then compounded my embarrassment by saying I hoped it would be adult rated. LOL

I think Jared would have appeared next so I'm sad I woke up at that point.

Dream 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.

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Dream diary Feb 2020

I had to make a note of this one because a) it was a rare SPN dream, b) which also included J2 and c) most importantly, featured my fangirls.

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Dreams are weird

My dream started with a phone call from someone who might have been called Khan, who wanted me to come to some meeting aimed at a new product (training, I think). I don’t know why I said I’d go since I haven’t done anything along those lines for over a decade but anyway, I said I’d go.

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JIB must be preying on my mind.

Last night I had a weird dream about being in Rome at the con (though the hotel we were in wasn't anything like the Hilton) and we were all having a great time on the first day. It was the evening and we were all in a room that was like a posh gym changing rooms, and for some reason Richard Speight walked in and took all his clothes off!! After this strip-tease he left, and we were all in fits of giggles.

That was when I suddenly realised I hadn't registered for the con, and somehow nobody had checked my pass all day to find out that I didn't have one. Which would have been fine, except I also realised not registering meant I hadn't picked up any of my extras, and had missed my Jensen and Jared single ops and the trio!! To say I was gutted is an understatement, so of course that's when I woke up.

Musing about this ridiculous dream later, I realised that apart from anything else, if it had been the first day of JIB, the Js wouldn't have been there anyway...not that the rest of the dream made sense either, LOL

Ah the weirdness of dreams. Warning for long rambling narrative - this is really just here for me.

(I also have no idea who the 'we' was. I know I wasn't alone most of the time, but my companion seemed to be some sort of amalgam of all my fanfriends).

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If you're squeamish about insects and suchlike, don't read.

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Listening, or rather inactively listening to the radio at 6am while falling back to sleep does give rise to some interesting and weird dreams! Mine started off with an inspection of the crater caused by the US MOAB, but it was somewhere most definitely not Afghanistan, seeing as how it had lush green vegetation and black tufa rocks. So from that, I'd say it was one of the Azorean Islands I had in mind. That and Clarence's jungle! Our horrified inspection was brief and not very traumatic because we then wandered into a small town and were greeted by the cutest little fat puppy ever. He was a solid pointy faced little feller with a pointy whirly-gig tail, though, strangely, I noted that his otherwise normal tan fur had a kind of oily, petrol-like, multicoloured sheen.

We moved on and went inside a complex of wooden buildings that were a cross between a conference hotel and a craft shopping centre. For some reason, we were then looking at a buffet of home-made food, and Angela had brought some stuff that looked like cake but turned out to be some kind of open sandwich with beetroot and a cheese I'd never heard of. Very tasty! Then that morphed into clearing up plates and other catering debris from different rooms, while gazing through the windows at a swell of glassy water that threatened to overwhelm the building. It was beautiful - all turquoise and gleaming in the sun - but also terrifying! Luckily, I was distracted by a souvenir shop, and another adorable pupster who wasn't furry at all because he was actually knitted!

Then I woke up to hear the radio had been talking about taking dogs to work, as well as the bomb and sport and the like. So that's where all the puppies came from. Hey ho, brain.

Crossposts: http://amberdreams.livejournal.com/486455.html

Did you hear the one about Dean Winchester owning a VW campervan? And that time the Queen of England was touring the US of A in her vintage VW Beetle and broke down in a gas station in Arizona? No? Funny, I thought it would have been all over the news at the time...

It was Sam who noticed her first; though really, she was a bit hard to miss. The love bug was bright orange, and had a giant sky blue flower painted on the trunk, and Her Maj was wearing a trouser suit straight out of 1967, also orange. And very flowery. And, as Sam was quick to point out, not really the kind of things you wear when you’re presumably travelling incognito.

Dean was inside the minimart paying for gas and snacks and by the time he returned to their campervan, Sam had already volunteered Dean as Royal mechanic for the duration of Queen Liz’s road trip.

Sadly, after that lovely moment – Dean’s face was a picture, believe me – the dream morphed into a strange holiday in Stansted Airport for the hubby and I, with bus trips, missing bags, and ridiculously lax security, so I never found out how Her Majesty got on with the Winchesters on the back roads of America.

Dreams, huh? Weird.

Two dreams I had recently, and I don't think I wrote them up so here they are for posterity.

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Anyone fancy betaing a 1700 ficlet for me? I won't say what it's about here - PM me if you are up for it but want to know first.

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So dreams...How come other people have sexy-times with Jared and Jensen in their dreams and I have - embarrassment? T'ain't fair, y'all!

So my dream went like this.

We were lucky enough to bump into Jared somewhere, in a social situation. So we were sitting in this pub or similar, around a table, chatting to him. Except

dizzojay was behaving oddly, and started talking in stalkerish terms with this strange glazed expression, leaning forward and stroking his cheek and hair. He was getting very uncomfortable, trying to turn his back on her, shifting in his chair, but she persisted. It was like one of those slow motion disaster movie sequences, because not only could we see this happening and were cringing inwardly, but of course I had to make it worse!! LOL

For some obscure reason, I had something Jared had written – a book or something dream-logical that didn’t make sense because it was written in sand (shades of GISHWHES perhaps) – and I leaned across waving this thing in his face and asking him loudly why he’d said about being naked i here, and not that we wanted him to be naked, you know, but he did have a fabulous body and…

Oh the embarrassment! Then the dream morphed into something else and that was it.

So not only did I embarrass myself I never got to see Jared naked either!

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On a different matter all together - useful guidance on self-editing HERE.

I had two fun dreams last night, one SPN-related, one not.

So the first one was me and the hubby were in a tall glass building, might have been a hotel or an office, it wasn't clear. But whichever, we had fantastic views out of these big windows of an amazing electrical storm. The lightning was totally impossible because it was starting in low clouds in starbursts, then running up in big sweeping curves in chain-shapes. It was really spectacular - we were thrilled and amazed.

Then later I dreamt I was in a kind of common room area with a huge white screen projecting my laptop and for some reason I was playing videos I don't have of Rob Bennedict in concert. After switching that off I was sitting reading on my laptop and playing with my phone when Jensen came and sat down about 2 metres away from me with his guitar. He started strumming it a bit and I carried on reading, trying not to stare - then he sang! Oh boy, I was so excited! It was gorgeous.

Then of course the rest of the dream was all about me fumbling with my phone trying to find the voice recording app so I could surreptitiously record it for y'all.

So once again, no sexy times but it was awesome all the same.

So last night I had a strange little dream. I had a text from someone called Ted who apparently fancied me (heh heh told you it was strange!). I was thinking this Ted was the blond bloke from Hustle (the British version of Leverage), Mark Warren - why, I have no idea as I haven't seen him in anything for years. Anyhow, I was flattered and amused and telling my Mum about this when there was a knock on the front door and this wild hairy man who was (apparently) one of our neighbours wanted to know if some woman from another house down the road could borrow our car parking space. (We live in the town centre so parking is at a premium round here). So I said yes and he was being all grateful and as cute as a tall, thin, wild-haired, bespectacled man can be. And after he walked off, I realised he was Ted the texter. And then I woke up a bit and realised something even funnier - that the tall guy was actually Ben Edlund. So I'd dreamed about Ben Edlund fancying me - which is really bizarre.

Now it's official:
A. Everything comes back to Supernatural
B. Ben Edlund apparently has a penchant for middle aged, vertically challenged Brits
C. My brain is addled.

I woke up crying this morning while in the throes of a desperate hug from my Dad. Ack, brain. He's not dead yet. Before that I was dreaming that I was in Rome with my parents. Mum had won a package from the Tourist Information that included some very stream-punky looking items - an old fashioned pocket watch being one - plus a key ring that had internet searches built into it. When you touched a link embedded in its surface you could feel it connecting by touching the back of the fob where the links were moving like little veins with blood flowing though them.

We were not only in Rome but at a convention-type event, and I left my Mum with some young fangirls while I went up this Italian version of the Statue of Liberty. It was made of stone and bronze, and had a huge flat dish instead of a torch which we were allowed to walk across. It was frigging terrifyingly high and had nothing to stop you falling off the edges. You also, for some reason, had to climb through a fence made of string to get up there, and across a two foot gap, which was also terrifying! Someone eventually got rid of the fence and then you could just walk across it, no problem. Hey ho, dream logic.

Afterwards I was trying to show my mother in law my holiday photos on an iPad and she kept tapping a back button before starting each time and couldn't seem to understand that was NOT the thing to do. Clearly my Dad's tentative playing with his new iPad yesterday was preying on my mind! As was my worry that Paul's mum would find herself suddenly looking at one of my albums of nekkid pictures by mistake!

I had a lot of photos to choose from today as we had a nice day out on the bus in the Borders where things are pretty literal - the Brick House is made of brick, and The Big House is quite large.

Possibly my favourite was the nobbly bobbly bin at Whittington Castle, though of course my parents were contributing to my happy day.

In addition, I woke up this morning from a dream about Danneel and Jensen.

I was at a fairly unconventional convention. At some point for some reason, I was talking to Jensen about Formula 1. I was showing him a set of drawings I’d done (non existent in real life I might add!) of Jensen as Paul Newman in whatever film it was Newman made about motor racing, but then got totally distracted into telling him about Rush, what a great film it was and how he and Danneel should watch it together. I think he was trying to say he wasn’t really into Formula 1 since someone whose name I didn’t catch had died, but I wasn’t really listening to him (how rude am I?), I was too excited about telling him all about Rush.

He gave me and some other fans a cardboard folder with photocopies of a cartoon he’d drawn about himself and Jared – some sort of story that was over the two sides of the paper and was really cute and well drawn. For some reason I was left holding the last few copies in the folder and was wandering around this big room where the next event was to be when I bumped into Danneel. So obviously I started chatting with her, telling her it wasn’t fair her hubby was so multitalented. Of course, she agreed.

Then this bloke came along in some sort of vehicle that was more like a mobile shed (with a corrugated asbestos roof) than anything else. He was her gardener, I think. Any how she and I and maybe a couple of other fans got into this shed on wheels which was running on tracks like a train, and he drove us off to see her allotment (must have been sparked by my Mum planting her peas yesterday). Something happened and I had to climb onto the roof of the thing and was absolutely petrified by the time we arrived. Then a bat landed on my shoulder – it was the weirdest looking bat, more like a furry puffer fish and had a mouthful of very sharp teeth, so after seeing those I stopped thinking it was cute and flicked it off into a big pond. What relevance that had to anything I have no idea.

In the meantime I was now talking to Danneel about writing and how hard it is, and telling her all about 12morimo, as a prelude to telling her how she should watch Rush. She was just offering to talk to Jensen’s publishing agent for me when O Death playing on my phone alarm woke me up.

All of which leaves me wondering - why don't I have sexy times with Jensen in my dreams? Why do I seem to want to include Danneel and not in order to have threesomes? Last time I had a dream like this Jensen was making maternity dresses for Danneel. I ask you. WTH, brain?

So this is the sort of Supernatural/J2 dream I get, while my friends are having sexy time dreams with Jensen.

It starts off with me looking at this photo of the boys walking around the set with Icarus and another dog, and when I crop the pic I find that I am outside a hotel and there's Jared, Jensen and Misha, together with a lot of crew. So I start talking to J2 about the photo. Then I'm inside the hotel at a dinner table with Danneel and Jensen, making awkward conversation - and suddenly we are in the hotel gym instead, and Danneel and Jensen are working out - so cue sexy times, eh?

Nope.

Because they are wearing taekwondo type robes and those silly rugby padded hats they wear in the scrums, and all I can think about is how it's typical of Americans to wear those things, and then I'm saying to Paul I'm going to ask Danneel why Americans always wear those hats when they are working out - and that's when I wake up.

So I don't even get Jensen all sweaty from lifting weights or doing press ups or anything!
But is was still more fun than the dream I had earlier in the night which started with a bus journey, then ended up in the Post Office in a weird queue for counter service which just kept going round and round and never actually getting to the counter. Then the bloody office closed, I was shouting at a Postie to complain because all I’d wanted to do was make an enquiry, and ended up in a big outdoor theatre trying to find the exit.

At least my other dream had Jensen in it.

Dear Mopheus
As leader of the Oneiroi, I think you have overall responsibility for both the content and the quality of my dreams. I just wanted to say how disappointed I am with the dreams I've been getting lately.
Some of my friends tell me they regularly have rumpy pumpy dreams about Jensen (or Dean). So how come I get distinctly non sexy dreams about Charlie one night, then have to spend an entire night trying to console a heartbroken Misha who is getting a divorce? I woke up emotionally drained instead of pleasantly tingling.
Huh. I want my money back...

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