Dreams are most often profound when they seem the most crazy ~ Sigmund Freud
I had this dream. A non-defined, non-conventional dream I'm going to be sick silly enough to share.
In it, CowLip had hit rockbottom (no sex pun intended) career-wise and decided they were desperate enough for attention to do a fan interview another season of QaF. Somehow they managed to convince Randy and Gale to return. (I think they promised Randy a free trip to Paris and Gale, since his motorcycle accident, forgot what they did to Brian's character.)
I then remember stumbling onto a dark set and seeing a clapboard in front of my face that looked something like this:
A shout of "action" and the clapboard quickly disappeared to reveal a jaw-dropping scene filled with desperation and sex.
And that's when I woke up screaming. Ok, it was a nightmare now that I recall *snort*
Call me Oliver Twisted.
At least I haven't had any bad dreams about aliens exploding out of my gut for some time.
*wonders if lurking is healthy for me* Am I still waking up after dreams? *blows kisses to prolific posters and holds hands with lazy lurkers* And who would have guessed that myrna would return with qaf-related funfic after more than a 5 year absence, one can dare to dream.
To the cwazy people still bothering to friend me, I hope you don't bore scare easily (I admire newbie bravery in trying to understand WTF is going on here half the time, so I hope you watch the comms for conventional QaF/G/R-related news first ;))
And to those I've scared away, sweet dreams wherever you are.
In it, CowLip had hit rockbottom (no sex pun intended) career-wise and decided they were desperate enough for attention to do a fan interview another season of QaF. Somehow they managed to convince Randy and Gale to return. (I think they promised Randy a free trip to Paris and Gale, since his motorcycle accident, forgot what they did to Brian's character.)
I then remember stumbling onto a dark set and seeing a clapboard in front of my face that looked something like this:
A shout of "action" and the clapboard quickly disappeared to reveal a jaw-dropping scene filled with desperation and sex.
And that's when I woke up screaming. Ok, it was a nightmare now that I recall *snort*
Call me Oliver Twisted.
At least I haven't had any bad dreams about aliens exploding out of my gut for some time.
*wonders if lurking is healthy for me* Am I still waking up after dreams? *blows kisses to prolific posters and holds hands with lazy lurkers* And who would have guessed that myrna would return with qaf-related funfic after more than a 5 year absence, one can dare to dream.
To the cwazy people still bothering to friend me, I hope you don't bore scare easily (I admire newbie bravery in trying to understand WTF is going on here half the time, so I hope you watch the comms for conventional QaF/G/R-related news first ;))
And to those I've scared away, sweet dreams wherever you are.