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It started off with me in school...it was more like high school than college, but it wasn't any school I'd ever been to, and it ended up being in a hospital, so that was weird. Anyway. I was in some science class taking notes. And then I went to an English class and our assignment was to write an essay, and the teacher was going to pick the best essay and read it out loud, and I was determined to win, and everyone thought I would. But then for some reason, Gaspard Ulliel was there, as one of the students, and I asked what he was writing about, and he rattles off all this French stuff and is talking about cultural comparisons and all that, and I'm like, awed, and I have a Bella moment, and I'm all, "I feel extremely insignificant now" and so I set to work on making my essay even better than his, even though I don't know what I'm writing about yet, and I make some super witty hilarious snarky comment that I can't remember now, but everyone enjoyed it, Gaspard included.
And then I suppose the snark triggered something because then I was in another class that looked like biology of some sort and House was teaching it. And he asked a question and I TOTALLY new the right answer, but then because I knew the first answer, he asked me another question about how quickly something or other should happen, and I'm like, "Uhhhh...I have no idea." So he ignored me for the rest of class.
And then the dream descended into utter chaos, as my dreams usually do. My brain isn't very structured most of the time.
But it's so very disappointing to have dreams with not one but two men I'd very much like to have sex with in them and not get annnnny dream action at all. SO NOT FAIR.
It started off with me in school...it was more like high school than college, but it wasn't any school I'd ever been to, and it ended up being in a hospital, so that was weird. Anyway. I was in some science class taking notes. And then I went to an English class and our assignment was to write an essay, and the teacher was going to pick the best essay and read it out loud, and I was determined to win, and everyone thought I would. But then for some reason, Gaspard Ulliel was there, as one of the students, and I asked what he was writing about, and he rattles off all this French stuff and is talking about cultural comparisons and all that, and I'm like, awed, and I have a Bella moment, and I'm all, "I feel extremely insignificant now" and so I set to work on making my essay even better than his, even though I don't know what I'm writing about yet, and I make some super witty hilarious snarky comment that I can't remember now, but everyone enjoyed it, Gaspard included.
And then I suppose the snark triggered something because then I was in another class that looked like biology of some sort and House was teaching it. And he asked a question and I TOTALLY new the right answer, but then because I knew the first answer, he asked me another question about how quickly something or other should happen, and I'm like, "Uhhhh...I have no idea." So he ignored me for the rest of class.
And then the dream descended into utter chaos, as my dreams usually do. My brain isn't very structured most of the time.
But it's so very disappointing to have dreams with not one but two men I'd very much like to have sex with in them and not get annnnny dream action at all. SO NOT FAIR.