Dreams: Kissed Nathan Fillion, Squid-head Cat
I was walking to work. I met another man whose first day was in my office. Though I didn't know that until he got there. We walked together and talked. He had a bit of a crush on me? Maybe a little bit of cleavage in my outfit was to blame.
We are followed by a stray kitten. We go inside. He gets situated, and I find out that T and Nathan Fillion work in my office! (Swoon. Total crush going on there.) The kitten is loved by all. Most of the office workers are ladies from my job in NY. I get an offer from a guy named "Brian" - dunno who he was. He says only that it involves a lot of flying. He sweats a lot. I tell him I'll think about it, but I'm really suspicious that he won't tell me any other details until I agree.
Somewhere along the way, I accidentally flash the guys around a table cause one of my buttons comes undone. (This has happened in real life. It's not fun if it is not on purpose!) T. lets me know.
The cat turns out to be some kind of evil alien thing with a squidhead on a cat body, and it's looking for a body to inhabit. It gets into my head to ride around and look for an approprite host (I am not one). It only shows up once more in the dream, randomly. It takes over the body of a small fat kid, which turns him into Cartman (yes, from South Park).
Somehow, Nathan Fillion and I are like... buddies. There's also no such thing as personal space in this dream, it would seem. We are floating around in a pool. I'm kind of... in his lap, using him as my floaty chair or something. We are joking about stuff, and I am telling him it is NOT COOL (ohyesitis) that he keeps coming up behind me and whispering stuff to me, but instead of in my ear, against the skin of my neck behind my ear! Very flustered. He's teasing me. I ask how he'd like it if I did it to him. The 'tense' moment is completely broken by another joke, and we laugh.
Somewhere in there, we move in for a kiss but both of us think the other is kidding, so when we DO kiss, it's very brief and very awkward, and we laugh about how very not-cinematic that was.
Dream moves on, and I'm glad he's cool even in my head.
I find out that the guy Brian is planning to blow up the office, collect on the insurance? I group up with some people who start investigating and trying to rat him out before it happens. I end up getting arrested with one fake ID on me, and an illegal submachine gun. I'm going to prison! W. writes to me - he's still away somewhere - as does Fillion (except by now he's Richard Castle, I'm pretty sure!). Both offer me support, etc.
I woke up after that, but tried to go back to sleep, telling my brain "MORE HANGING OUT WITH NATHAN, PLZ", but it did not oblige.
We are followed by a stray kitten. We go inside. He gets situated, and I find out that T and Nathan Fillion work in my office! (Swoon. Total crush going on there.) The kitten is loved by all. Most of the office workers are ladies from my job in NY. I get an offer from a guy named "Brian" - dunno who he was. He says only that it involves a lot of flying. He sweats a lot. I tell him I'll think about it, but I'm really suspicious that he won't tell me any other details until I agree.
Somewhere along the way, I accidentally flash the guys around a table cause one of my buttons comes undone. (This has happened in real life. It's not fun if it is not on purpose!) T. lets me know.
The cat turns out to be some kind of evil alien thing with a squidhead on a cat body, and it's looking for a body to inhabit. It gets into my head to ride around and look for an approprite host (I am not one). It only shows up once more in the dream, randomly. It takes over the body of a small fat kid, which turns him into Cartman (yes, from South Park).
Somehow, Nathan Fillion and I are like... buddies. There's also no such thing as personal space in this dream, it would seem. We are floating around in a pool. I'm kind of... in his lap, using him as my floaty chair or something. We are joking about stuff, and I am telling him it is NOT COOL (ohyesitis) that he keeps coming up behind me and whispering stuff to me, but instead of in my ear, against the skin of my neck behind my ear! Very flustered. He's teasing me. I ask how he'd like it if I did it to him. The 'tense' moment is completely broken by another joke, and we laugh.
Somewhere in there, we move in for a kiss but both of us think the other is kidding, so when we DO kiss, it's very brief and very awkward, and we laugh about how very not-cinematic that was.
Dream moves on, and I'm glad he's cool even in my head.
I find out that the guy Brian is planning to blow up the office, collect on the insurance? I group up with some people who start investigating and trying to rat him out before it happens. I end up getting arrested with one fake ID on me, and an illegal submachine gun. I'm going to prison! W. writes to me - he's still away somewhere - as does Fillion (except by now he's Richard Castle, I'm pretty sure!). Both offer me support, etc.
I woke up after that, but tried to go back to sleep, telling my brain "MORE HANGING OUT WITH NATHAN, PLZ", but it did not oblige.