This time, my John icon does match the content. As in "hmmm, what is wrong with my brain?"
I'm a very vivid dreamer. It's rare for me to not remember what I dreamed about the night before and my dreams often have plots - although whether or not the plots make sense in the light of day is a whole different matter. A week or so ago, I had a dream involving the Person of Interest cast (well, Reese, Finch, and Carter) that was super fun. It really had very little to do with the show, instead involving a lot of travel on trains, fancy dinners, and girls in 50's clothes... really, don't ask. I have no clue. But it was, perhaps, the only dream I've had in a long time where I woke up feeling actually happy (despite the fact that dream-me was wearing heels and a dress!). So I've been trying to convince my brain to have that dream again.
Well... last night it got the message. In a way. Sort of.
Reese and Finch were there, but I wasn't, and instead I spent the whole dream watching them get chased around the city, trying to hide from the baddie, who was part Jane-from-Firefly and part Pope-from-Falling-Skies, except much scarier than either of them. It ended with Reese managing to get Finch safe with Carter, and then leading Jane/Pope out into a wheat field (???) and getting shot by him. I woke up angry because 1) DOES HE LIVE? WHY END IT THERE? WHYYYY CLIFFHANGERRRRRRRR and 2) WTF that was not even remotely the same dream I had last time, you bastard!
I hate my brain.