in which my desire to kiss d hewlett surfaces in my dreams

[beahorgana]

ACK adorable dreams about the hewlett. I dreamed we were at some kind of an astronomy exhibit (my subconscious, eh guys), and he pulled me over by an arm around the shoulders to look at something extra-awesome that, in order to even see, he had to fill out a form about us. For his relationship to me, he wrote "mate" and then I kissed him on the ear

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[blueninja1026]

I think I might die of cute and it wasn't even my dream! :D

You know, I had a similar Paul McGillion dream a few weeks back and that's how my whole novel-writing thing started....lol.

I did something incredibly stupid -- I fell off a jetty, don't ask, and fortunately the water wasn't deep -- and the whole Beckett-with-Scottish-brogue showed up and as I'm standing there up to my knees in water, he's laughing and says, "Are ye all right, lass?" And I laughed and said, "Yeah, I think the only thing hurt is my pride."

And I woke up and started writing. Ironically, this episode is nowhere in there! :D

[beahorgana]

Aaahhhh amazing dream! He was probably wearing thigh high waders and a floppy brown hat w/ hooks pinned to it. And being ADORABLE.

[blueninja1026]

Sheesh, it was Flanigan last night! Must be something in the water!

[beahorgana]

Something DELICIOUS in the water, you mean!

[blueninja1026]

Oh, piffle....I forgot about writing a Writers' Conference update....hopefully I can remedy that by the end of the month!