traumatised

May 14, 2006 21:56

Last night I dreamed I proposed to Tom Cruise. Why don't I get the good celeb dreams, like scroob does? So not fair. It was one of those annoying, edgy dreams where I was perfectly aware that this was a Really Bad Idea, but did it anyway in a sort of half-assed haze of hopefulness. And he accepted, too, with all the clearly fake plastic enthusiasm ( Read more... )

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The horror, the horror anonymous May 15 2006, 07:55:33 UTC
My sincerest sympathies on the Tom proposal dream. Very distressing, and no doubt a cosmic warning that the day ahead was going to be somewhat fraught. I suggest a kind but firm warning to your subconscious that Tom is *not* your nocturnal fantasy visitor of choice. Feel free to borrow George instead; he's really very good at the job.

scroob

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Re: The horror, the horror extemporanea May 15 2006, 09:26:41 UTC
Thank you for the George loan - I hope my subconscious takes you up on it. It strikes me that what any nocturnal celeb fantasy visitor really needs is a sense of humour, so he should work well.

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Re: The horror, the horror anonymous May 15 2006, 11:40:26 UTC
That's it exactly - the humour. Not Tom's forte, exactly.

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herne_kzn May 16 2006, 06:05:57 UTC
Eew, squick. You have my deepest sympathies (as well as my deep suspicions, what have you done with my Extemporanea you Tom Cruise fantasiser you).
Having trouble picturing you all (hennad/hennaed/behennad) up.
Have a plune-grooving day

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