Best dreams evar?
So I've been exhausted the past few days, working 7 days a week will do that, I guess. I haven't been sleeping well either. Not, that is, until last night.
My first dream took place in 'The Walking Dead' universe. Basically, I was Lori from that particular show. People who watch should know what I'm talking about. I spent part of that dream in the arms of a certain shirtless male lead (Andrew Lincoln, *drools*). We had a very well-written conversation in which I tried to defend myself and Shane without confessing anything. I was trying to cushion the blow, I guess, for when he eventually finds out about 'us', which he will. And it will be AWESOME.
And Shane was there too, though I can't remember him actually *doing* anything. He was there, and he was brooding. Oh, Shane. Both those boys make my heart go beep, but really, I think I'm pulling for Shane.
But it gets better! In the second dream (when you wake up between them, you tend to remember multiple dreams) I had the opportunity to meet a certain Victoria Vantoch, though why we would be meeting up I have no idea (Its not like we're in the same social circles). She was an awesome lady, pretty and well put-together. But for some reason, she had the saddest eyes I had ever seen...I really felt for her. Anyhow, she and I were having a convo, and who should come up but (you guessed it!), Misha!! And not current misha, younger, charmed-era misha. They had a quick exchange, he looked at me and smiled F-ING SMILED AT ME. Then I imagine I DIED...so no wonder that dream ended disappointingly early...
The third dream was not studded with hot guys. I dreamed I spent almost 400 dollars on a commission from Deviantart, but somehow a wire got crossed somehow. My request (I think it was for a picture of a church or something) wound up in the hands of some avant-guard artist, and it comes back looking like something a preschooler could have painted. That and it was the size of a large wall. No refunds.
But I decided to make the best of it. At the end of the dream, I had decided to hang it in my dining room and leave paints/art supplies out. Then I would ask each and every person who visited me to add something to it. A quote/poem/picture of something that inspired them. Way to salvage things, dream-me! But I was very glad to wake up and find out that I was not out 400 bucks, and that my mother would not, in fact, kill me.
The End!