fandom *is* eating my brain
Last night I dreamt I was in a strange house, sitting on a couch.
Sam Winchester was all over me, hugging and nuzzling and cuddling me. I remember noting that he was such a big boy, all shoulders and hands and chest, and it was like being rubbed with a fur blanket on the underside of my skin. I was humming like a low level........humming thing.
Dean was sitting on an easy chair, next to the couch on my left. He didn't say anything and he was kind of glum - sometimes he watched us and sometimes he was on the phone and at one point, he had his back to us.
Then I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen.
Faith and Buffy were in there. I can't recall Buffy too well but Faith was in her white wife beater and her dark red lipstick. I greeted them like old friends, putting my arm around Faith's waist. I think they were there to go hunting with Dean and Sam, and I remember asking them very anxiously if they were still better than the boys - if being Slayers meant something special and if they were still stronger than the other two. They reassured me that yes, they were still stronger and more special than Dean and Sam.
I was much relieved. Then the dream dissolved into something else.
I have no idea if the dream meant anything more than what it was, a subconscious PWP that made me feel like I was betraying the Buffyverse.
In other news, my little man is really kicking the crap out of me today.
Sam Winchester was all over me, hugging and nuzzling and cuddling me. I remember noting that he was such a big boy, all shoulders and hands and chest, and it was like being rubbed with a fur blanket on the underside of my skin. I was humming like a low level........humming thing.
Dean was sitting on an easy chair, next to the couch on my left. He didn't say anything and he was kind of glum - sometimes he watched us and sometimes he was on the phone and at one point, he had his back to us.
Then I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen.
Faith and Buffy were in there. I can't recall Buffy too well but Faith was in her white wife beater and her dark red lipstick. I greeted them like old friends, putting my arm around Faith's waist. I think they were there to go hunting with Dean and Sam, and I remember asking them very anxiously if they were still better than the boys - if being Slayers meant something special and if they were still stronger than the other two. They reassured me that yes, they were still stronger and more special than Dean and Sam.
I was much relieved. Then the dream dissolved into something else.
I have no idea if the dream meant anything more than what it was, a subconscious PWP that made me feel like I was betraying the Buffyverse.
In other news, my little man is really kicking the crap out of me today.