I love dreams.

[starfoozle]

So, after an odd but strangely logical dream that included talking with Michael Emerson about plastic flamingos, starring in some sort of lame action movie and getting locked in a basement full of sliding glass doors courtesy of Carrie White's psychotic mother, a car alarm woke me up at three in the morning. I apparently fell right back to sleep

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[raikune]

FFFFFF WHY CAN'T I HAVE A MIB DREAM

but LOL at his words ;D

[starfoozle]

*laughs* I was so pleased that I dreamed about him, seriously. If I watch something 30 minutes before I go to bed, I've realized, I have a very high probability of dreaming about it. It seemed to hold true this time.

It was rather in-character, I think. :P

[hitlikehammers]

Hot DAMN. I want an MIB dream. And a dream where I get to talk to Michael Emerson, for that matter.

Freaking awesome :D

[starfoozle]

It was pretty awesome! Memerson crops up in my dreams on an amusingly regular basis, actually. I love it. :D

[charmisjess]

That end bit sounds like the beginning of a very, very successful novel. :D

I hope you're feeling less stressed, lovely.:(

[starfoozle]

*grins* It does have a bit of a ring.

I'll be better after this weekend -- in an hour I find out whether I'm accepted to Davidson, and then I'm interviewing at VT this weekend for honors scholarships. *crosses fingers!*

[lostsailors]

OMG that last part is hilarious because it's totally in-character and everything.

PS Love MiB.

[starfoozle]

It was ridiculous. I used to have terrible dreams about MIB back when we knew him as only the Smoke Monster, so he sort of deserved to get bitched at. at least my dream-self figured so, I guess. :P

[starfoozle]

I may actually do something with them, yeah. They'd make an interesting story-prompt. :D