SPN Dream: The first one, with the orange juice.
Happy Faniversary to me.
In case there was any doubt that I am a total dork, in celebration of the approximate one year mark of me being obsessed with Supernatural, I'm re-posting the dream that was basically my subconcious clue-phone ringing. I originally posted this on a forum thread, and haven't changed the wording, so some of you might recognize it.
Cracky dream, with Winchesters, orange juice, and my subconcious as Mary-frigging-Sue...
It started out creepy and spooky. I was in a house with a violent ghost, one of those bad 'trapped, stuck, can't move, panicky' kind of dreams where I couldn't escape and couldn't breathe. Then Sam and Dean showed up (from my journal, I quote '...then Sam and Dean frickin' Winchester showed up...') There was a nebulous bit surrounding how we actually got out of the house, but the ghost and a bunch of somehow related bad guys started stalking us and following us around.
Sam and Dean went off to do some stuff of some kind, and I went (of all things) apartment-hunting. (Why? Dunno. Ask my subconcious.) I found a place exactly like the one I moved out of last summer. As I was moving in, John Winchester appeared, sitting on the couch that belonged to the landlord. Sam and Dean showed up then, apparently they'd been helping me move in. There was a sudden flurry of weird-ass nebulous exposition and verbal confrontation revealing that the John on the couch was a ruse planted by the evil ghosts. Oh, and even though I'm actually older than either of them, I was Sam and Dean's younger half-sister. (But wait! The Mary-Sueness gets worse!)
So after the John on the couch is revealed, Sam and Dean and me are running around town and the ghost is trying to trick me into attacking it with (get this) this weird orange-juice-powered attack I could apparently do. (Yeah, I WTF'd too). Then there was a flashback of being a kid with Sam and Dean about 12 to 14 years earlier when the violent ghost people found out I could do this thing with orange juice and at that point took one of my baby teeth to try and establish some kind of power or control over me using sympathetic magic. Exit pointless flashback because that didn't come up again in this dream.
My mother was in the dream, she was working in a secret orange juice factory in a kind of tesseract space in my hometown between the Pink Elephant laundromat and the bowling alley. Mom (who I seriously cannot see having anything to do with John W., even though in some ways he is a lot like my dad was) and all the factory workers knew we were coming there and were busy dehydrating orange juice by filtering out pure water, which apparently was supposed to make it impervious or unusable to violent ghosts.
But then the ghosts attacked the factory and everyone was pretty much screwed so I used my fantastic frigging orange juice powers to try and save everyone (see! Mary-Sue! Augh!). But since that was what the violent ghost patrol had wanted all along, they sucked up the power in the attack, took Sam and nearly killed Dean and me.
And at that point my dream seriously did a cliffhanger on me because it flipped to me watching the damn thing on TV, realizing that the second part was on right next, only I didn't have a tape cued so I missed the whole opening messing up working the VCR. So I hooked up a really old VCR (one my ex had, a top-loader from the early 80's, built like a tank) and in the process of trying to get it working, discovered a shattered tape with my name on it inside, which I was pulling out in bits and pieces. (Field day for a shrink there, I bet) Anyways, I got the tape recording finally and it switched back into the interesting parts of the dream.
There was a big long and unfortunately hazy section where Dean and I somehow rescued each other, then we both tried to rescue Sam and got wounded again and separated. Then the violent ghost patrol showed up with a possessed or illusionary Sam and Dean and some kind of illusions of a threatening nature (no detail there, just 'insert nebulous threatening illusion here' type of thing. My subconcious doesn't appear to be detail-oriented) to try and get me to walk into a death trap, or to get me to use my stupid orange juice power against Sam and Dean, but I saw it was a trap and that the ghosts were mimicking them. Another hazy sequence of rescues and return rescues between Sam, Dean and me (I think my subconcious just doesn't do action sequences well either).
Then there was a vague "retreat, get the bystanders out of the way, regroup and kick butt" plan formed. Sam, Dean, Mom, a bunch of random kids, and all my stuff I'd been trying to move into the apartment got crammed into Metallicar. Solidly crammed, there were little kids peering out of a wall of my crap in the back seat. Dean saved a place for me in the car and everyone was telling me to get in, but my stupid Mary-Sue dream-self had to go back and try to do another stupid orange juice attack to try and take out all the violent ghosts, and probably die or destroy the universe or some equally stupid thing in the process. Totally failed, got trapped again. Another hazy rescue by Sam and Dean, some hazy kicking of ghost butt.
And then I woke up, realized that I'd been this hideous Mary-Sue character, thought about Supernatural fanfic (formerly I avoided all fanfic like the absolute plague, due to the Mary-Sue factor) googled around a bit and discovered a vast pile of really good fiction. And fansites, and renewal campaigns, and interviews, and trivia, and, and, and...
Less than two days later, I was frantically combing through every mixed video tape I'd made to find out which Supernatural episodes I missed taping, staying up until 3 am on work nights to do so. That was when I realized I was completely and utterly obsessed. I thought I had been a fan of TV shows before (I could post pictures from my trekkie days, but hell no!) but no show has ever wrapped me up in a giddy knot like Supernatural.
In the past year, there hasn't been a single day where I haven't thought about Supernatural in some way or engaged in some show-related activity. I've posted twice as many words of fanfic than I've written in any single year of college, (fiction or essay), and have twice that many words in notes and started fiction that isn't postable yet. I've spent several hundred dollars on stuff related to Supernatural. I've posted on forums, joined LJ, started using iTunes, and had my musical tastes significantly altered. My vocabulary has changed. And none of that freaks me out.
*ahem* Anyways, that was my dream of a year ago. Why orange juice? I still have no idea.
In case there was any doubt that I am a total dork, in celebration of the approximate one year mark of me being obsessed with Supernatural, I'm re-posting the dream that was basically my subconcious clue-phone ringing. I originally posted this on a forum thread, and haven't changed the wording, so some of you might recognize it.
Cracky dream, with Winchesters, orange juice, and my subconcious as Mary-frigging-Sue...
It started out creepy and spooky. I was in a house with a violent ghost, one of those bad 'trapped, stuck, can't move, panicky' kind of dreams where I couldn't escape and couldn't breathe. Then Sam and Dean showed up (from my journal, I quote '...then Sam and Dean frickin' Winchester showed up...') There was a nebulous bit surrounding how we actually got out of the house, but the ghost and a bunch of somehow related bad guys started stalking us and following us around.
Sam and Dean went off to do some stuff of some kind, and I went (of all things) apartment-hunting. (Why? Dunno. Ask my subconcious.) I found a place exactly like the one I moved out of last summer. As I was moving in, John Winchester appeared, sitting on the couch that belonged to the landlord. Sam and Dean showed up then, apparently they'd been helping me move in. There was a sudden flurry of weird-ass nebulous exposition and verbal confrontation revealing that the John on the couch was a ruse planted by the evil ghosts. Oh, and even though I'm actually older than either of them, I was Sam and Dean's younger half-sister. (But wait! The Mary-Sueness gets worse!)
So after the John on the couch is revealed, Sam and Dean and me are running around town and the ghost is trying to trick me into attacking it with (get this) this weird orange-juice-powered attack I could apparently do. (Yeah, I WTF'd too). Then there was a flashback of being a kid with Sam and Dean about 12 to 14 years earlier when the violent ghost people found out I could do this thing with orange juice and at that point took one of my baby teeth to try and establish some kind of power or control over me using sympathetic magic. Exit pointless flashback because that didn't come up again in this dream.
My mother was in the dream, she was working in a secret orange juice factory in a kind of tesseract space in my hometown between the Pink Elephant laundromat and the bowling alley. Mom (who I seriously cannot see having anything to do with John W., even though in some ways he is a lot like my dad was) and all the factory workers knew we were coming there and were busy dehydrating orange juice by filtering out pure water, which apparently was supposed to make it impervious or unusable to violent ghosts.
But then the ghosts attacked the factory and everyone was pretty much screwed so I used my fantastic frigging orange juice powers to try and save everyone (see! Mary-Sue! Augh!). But since that was what the violent ghost patrol had wanted all along, they sucked up the power in the attack, took Sam and nearly killed Dean and me.
And at that point my dream seriously did a cliffhanger on me because it flipped to me watching the damn thing on TV, realizing that the second part was on right next, only I didn't have a tape cued so I missed the whole opening messing up working the VCR. So I hooked up a really old VCR (one my ex had, a top-loader from the early 80's, built like a tank) and in the process of trying to get it working, discovered a shattered tape with my name on it inside, which I was pulling out in bits and pieces. (Field day for a shrink there, I bet) Anyways, I got the tape recording finally and it switched back into the interesting parts of the dream.
There was a big long and unfortunately hazy section where Dean and I somehow rescued each other, then we both tried to rescue Sam and got wounded again and separated. Then the violent ghost patrol showed up with a possessed or illusionary Sam and Dean and some kind of illusions of a threatening nature (no detail there, just 'insert nebulous threatening illusion here' type of thing. My subconcious doesn't appear to be detail-oriented) to try and get me to walk into a death trap, or to get me to use my stupid orange juice power against Sam and Dean, but I saw it was a trap and that the ghosts were mimicking them. Another hazy sequence of rescues and return rescues between Sam, Dean and me (I think my subconcious just doesn't do action sequences well either).
Then there was a vague "retreat, get the bystanders out of the way, regroup and kick butt" plan formed. Sam, Dean, Mom, a bunch of random kids, and all my stuff I'd been trying to move into the apartment got crammed into Metallicar. Solidly crammed, there were little kids peering out of a wall of my crap in the back seat. Dean saved a place for me in the car and everyone was telling me to get in, but my stupid Mary-Sue dream-self had to go back and try to do another stupid orange juice attack to try and take out all the violent ghosts, and probably die or destroy the universe or some equally stupid thing in the process. Totally failed, got trapped again. Another hazy rescue by Sam and Dean, some hazy kicking of ghost butt.
And then I woke up, realized that I'd been this hideous Mary-Sue character, thought about Supernatural fanfic (formerly I avoided all fanfic like the absolute plague, due to the Mary-Sue factor) googled around a bit and discovered a vast pile of really good fiction. And fansites, and renewal campaigns, and interviews, and trivia, and, and, and...
Less than two days later, I was frantically combing through every mixed video tape I'd made to find out which Supernatural episodes I missed taping, staying up until 3 am on work nights to do so. That was when I realized I was completely and utterly obsessed. I thought I had been a fan of TV shows before (I could post pictures from my trekkie days, but hell no!) but no show has ever wrapped me up in a giddy knot like Supernatural.
In the past year, there hasn't been a single day where I haven't thought about Supernatural in some way or engaged in some show-related activity. I've posted twice as many words of fanfic than I've written in any single year of college, (fiction or essay), and have twice that many words in notes and started fiction that isn't postable yet. I've spent several hundred dollars on stuff related to Supernatural. I've posted on forums, joined LJ, started using iTunes, and had my musical tastes significantly altered. My vocabulary has changed. And none of that freaks me out.
*ahem* Anyways, that was my dream of a year ago. Why orange juice? I still have no idea.