I had a dream where I was at Shea Koshan's apartment
I had a dream where I was flying home to Chicago from New York and had a stopover in Vancouver. And I decided to stay over at 
Sheakoshan's place. Without, you know, giving any sort of advance warning.
Now, in a dream, I must have had a key - or Shea left her place unlocked, because I was able to get inside and just fall asleep on her couch.
(Yes, I fell asleep inside a dream. Hashtag Inception)
And when I woke up (inside the dream), Shea reacted... pretty much the way I would expect anyone to react to a person one occasionally talks online to but never actually let suddenly showing up in one's house.
"Get out."
It wasn't an angry 'get out.' More of the annoyed 'oh my God, why do I have to deal with this crap' get out.
"See, I was just passing through, and I thought it would be okay if I stayed until I have to catch my flight..." I tried to defend myself, but Shea wasn't having it.
"Yeah, that's not going to work," she said in the same annoyed tone. "Get out."
"I don't have anywhere else to go!" my dream-self pleaded.
"Don't care," Shea responded. "I need to get to work. Get out."
I tried to go back in time, to change the timeline so that I would've called her before I actually arrived in Vancouver...
...And then I woke up.
For real this time.
And here's an interesting thing. After I thought about it, I realized that my subconsience created Shea's living room out of phoenix_anew's living room, stripped it of most decorative elements and planted randirogue's living room couch right where Angie's couch was. And it painted everything in blues and blacks.
Funny how those things work.
Sheakoshan's place. Without, you know, giving any sort of advance warning.
Now, in a dream, I must have had a key - or Shea left her place unlocked, because I was able to get inside and just fall asleep on her couch.
(Yes, I fell asleep inside a dream. Hashtag Inception)
And when I woke up (inside the dream), Shea reacted... pretty much the way I would expect anyone to react to a person one occasionally talks online to but never actually let suddenly showing up in one's house.
"Get out."
It wasn't an angry 'get out.' More of the annoyed 'oh my God, why do I have to deal with this crap' get out.
"See, I was just passing through, and I thought it would be okay if I stayed until I have to catch my flight..." I tried to defend myself, but Shea wasn't having it.
"Yeah, that's not going to work," she said in the same annoyed tone. "Get out."
"I don't have anywhere else to go!" my dream-self pleaded.
"Don't care," Shea responded. "I need to get to work. Get out."
I tried to go back in time, to change the timeline so that I would've called her before I actually arrived in Vancouver...
...And then I woke up.
For real this time.
And here's an interesting thing. After I thought about it, I realized that my subconsience created Shea's living room out of phoenix_anew's living room, stripped it of most decorative elements and planted randirogue's living room couch right where Angie's couch was. And it painted everything in blues and blacks.
Funny how those things work.