I don't know how but I came across a
fanvid of Wolverine's dark past as a musical theatre actor at some point today while I was sucking down coffee. If I got it form your LJ, please forgive me for not crediting you at this moment; I barely function before 9 and then only after a quart of coffee has been in my system for half an hour.
From there, I found Wolverine
Hugh dancing with the Rockettes,
resisting the urge to sing Broadway, and
winning a Tony for Best Actor. a hot, hot man, Mr. Hugh Jackman. But I'm still not writing Wolverine fic.
However, this reminded me of the dream that I'd almost forgotten. My parents were space smugglers (obviously, I've been watching Firefly a little too often) except they weren't my parents, they were my aunt and uncle. I had to play the role of the femme fatale who conned rich men out of their cargo except in real life, I was dumpy and always wearing sweatshirts with gypsy skirts ('cause they totally have those in space). The spaceship's name was The Corsair. One day, a rich dude name Robert (played by Hugh Jackman) came on board and totally fell in lust with Sexy Me and at the same time became BFF with Dumpy Me. Both Mes were jealous of the other Me because Sexy Me had Robbie's bow chikabowwow while Dumpy Me had his geekidork squee. And there was angst. I think i got shot or he got shot or something. I wish I could remember how it ended but I can guarantee that Robbie could swivel his hips like whoa.