Apparently, my subconscious has romance on the brain. Hideous, awful, wrong romance.
First, it was a dream that two of my straight male coworkers had been a couple for over a decade, and that one of our other coworkers (IRL a first-session D&E seasonal) was their 16-year-old foster son (dude is young, but not that young), being brought, as it were,
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If I'd been drinking something when I read that, it would have spattered all over my laptop...You have quite the imagination...
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They met while making a movie. Which appeared to be some ghastly mix of Wilde, La Cenerentola, and Glass Books of the Dream Eaters, and which was only slightly less disturbing than the engagement (except that, damn it, now I kind of want to write that script).
You have quite the imagination...
Heh. Thanks. If only I could use my powers for good....
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