My Subconscious is a Crazy Tin-Hat Wearing Fool
In this fandom, it's not rare or uncommon to go 'and last night I had an excellent sex dreaming starring Bradley/Colin/Katie/etc. Fuck yeah. :D' I clearly can't have those.
No, no. When I dream of Colin and Bradley I have to dream it in the most achingly angst-ridden way possible.
I got to marry Colin in my dream last night and he was very sweet and very caring and it was a very lovely wedding, except for the part where Bradley was not there. Yes, even in my dream wedding, it was outright acknowledged that Bradley James was missing because, as my subconscious offered up he was too busy filming. Yeah.
So the wedding happens and there is happy dancing and joyness when my dream time skips to a week later and I'm sitting on a sofa and eating ice cream and watching the television. I flip to some local channel and what do I see? Why! Bradley James doing a video diary. Me being me, naturally, turn up the volume and hunker down for some amusing shenanigans. But no. This is MY dream, of course there won't be amusing shenanigans. No. This happens: 'Hello, Merlin fans. Sitting here without Colin today. He had to go and get married of all things....' By this point Bradley's shaking the camera and his breathing is shallow and then he turns the camera off.
I sit there fully shaken by the realization that I may have inadvertently broken someone's heart and ended up interacting with the rest of the dream feeling horribly guilty and questioning whether my 'husband' feels the same.
And I woke up before there was resolution.
Seriously. What did I eat last night?
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No, no. When I dream of Colin and Bradley I have to dream it in the most achingly angst-ridden way possible.
I got to marry Colin in my dream last night and he was very sweet and very caring and it was a very lovely wedding, except for the part where Bradley was not there. Yes, even in my dream wedding, it was outright acknowledged that Bradley James was missing because, as my subconscious offered up he was too busy filming. Yeah.
So the wedding happens and there is happy dancing and joyness when my dream time skips to a week later and I'm sitting on a sofa and eating ice cream and watching the television. I flip to some local channel and what do I see? Why! Bradley James doing a video diary. Me being me, naturally, turn up the volume and hunker down for some amusing shenanigans. But no. This is MY dream, of course there won't be amusing shenanigans. No. This happens: 'Hello, Merlin fans. Sitting here without Colin today. He had to go and get married of all things....' By this point Bradley's shaking the camera and his breathing is shallow and then he turns the camera off.
I sit there fully shaken by the realization that I may have inadvertently broken someone's heart and ended up interacting with the rest of the dream feeling horribly guilty and questioning whether my 'husband' feels the same.
And I woke up before there was resolution.
Seriously. What did I eat last night?
This entry was originally posted at http://faynia.dreamwidth.org/269622.html. Please comment there using OpenID. (comments:
)