return of the subconscious: revenge of the pediatric surgeon IV
Let me tell you about my dream, before I forget even more of the ridiculous things that happened in said dream. Let me start by saying it was a dream at least partially written/trolled by thrace_. I say "partially" because I don't think she wrote the part where Mark Sloan was there, but I also don't know who else to blame for giving Arizona Robbins an axe.
Oh, but it gets worse.
So I dreamed I was living with Callie, Arizona and sometimes Mark (who didn't even get to speak in the dream, so he was basically not there.) The house we lived in was somewhere in the woods (see: axe) and sort of... broken? I clearly remember telling Meredith Grey (also not really there if her only purpose was showing up for five seconds to hear me speak) that houses weren't supposed to bend like that. Weirdly enough, the house was perfectly normal from the inside.
Also weird: every decision we ever made. For instance, when we found out that Callie had made a sex tape with Mark? We mocked her. I'm pretty sure that warrants a slap, not jokes. And then there was also the part where Callie and I robbed a bank so Arizona wouldn't have to deal with her crook clients anymore.
I'm not entirely sure what Arizona did that she had ~clients.
I'm not entirely sure Arizona's crook clients weren't puppets.
I'm not entirely sure the smart way to go about robbing a bank is to just walk out with the cash in your purse without any real plotting.
Naturally, the minute we stepped outside the bank (which seemed to be in the same place where Firewall is... or under Barbara Gordon's apartment - I told you it got worse) we were caught by some random police force that I think may have even been the army. The people who questioned us?
Walternate and Altlivia.
At this point my plan was to pretty much act like someone else stole the cash and we were just giving it back (now that I think about it, I was re-reading that Batgirl issue with Clayface and Steph not!robbing the bank). Either way, Walternate was not having it.
Then Arizona walked in and was all "It's okay, daddy" and he let us go.
Oh, but it gets worse.
So I dreamed I was living with Callie, Arizona and sometimes Mark (who didn't even get to speak in the dream, so he was basically not there.) The house we lived in was somewhere in the woods (see: axe) and sort of... broken? I clearly remember telling Meredith Grey (also not really there if her only purpose was showing up for five seconds to hear me speak) that houses weren't supposed to bend like that. Weirdly enough, the house was perfectly normal from the inside.
Also weird: every decision we ever made. For instance, when we found out that Callie had made a sex tape with Mark? We mocked her. I'm pretty sure that warrants a slap, not jokes. And then there was also the part where Callie and I robbed a bank so Arizona wouldn't have to deal with her crook clients anymore.
I'm not entirely sure what Arizona did that she had ~clients.
I'm not entirely sure Arizona's crook clients weren't puppets.
I'm not entirely sure the smart way to go about robbing a bank is to just walk out with the cash in your purse without any real plotting.
Naturally, the minute we stepped outside the bank (which seemed to be in the same place where Firewall is... or under Barbara Gordon's apartment - I told you it got worse) we were caught by some random police force that I think may have even been the army. The people who questioned us?
Walternate and Altlivia.
At this point my plan was to pretty much act like someone else stole the cash and we were just giving it back (now that I think about it, I was re-reading that Batgirl issue with Clayface and Steph not!robbing the bank). Either way, Walternate was not having it.
Then Arizona walked in and was all "It's okay, daddy" and he let us go.