Huh.

Apr. 3rd, 2007 08:44 am
rubykatewriting: (Mal: All Smiles)
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Last night, I dreamed I worked at some kind of Wal-Mart/Sam's type of store. I was put in charge of re-doing an endcap by my boss and I'm pretty sure Ogechi, a friend of Del's I met on our Vegas trip, was my co-worker. However, that was rather ho-hum dream-wise (um, thanks, brain?), until my boss was revealed to be none other than Nathan Fillion, but he was dressed as Mal for some reason. Of course, I had a MAJOR crush on him (despite [or because of?] the strange futuristic western garb), and I was re-doing that endcap like my life depended on it.

But then the dream was thrown for a loop when it was revealed I was actually undercover, trying to discover who it was who sent our abandoned car (with a sleeping [younger] me and a younger brother and sister) to the junkyard for that smashing, it's-an-inch-thick process. I (and the younger brother) survived, but we were set out to avenge the death of the younger sister. (Apparently we were asleep in the car in the Wal-Mart/Sam's parking lot, thus our car was towed to the junkyard. Yeah, I don’t get it either.) Secretly, I was hoping Nathan had nothing to do with it because of the whole marry-me-and-have-my-babies thing I had going for him.

Oh, brain. Sometimes, you concern me.

Date: 2007-04-03 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] webbers.livejournal.com
That? Might be the best dream ever.

Date: 2007-04-03 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubykatewriting.livejournal.com
Heh. It's definitely in my personal top five.

Date: 2007-04-03 08:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] briary-flower.livejournal.com
I get a lot of ideas from dreams because I am a genius. There's a science fiction story in there.

Date: 2007-04-03 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubykatewriting.livejournal.com
Well, you know, I think it stems from my multiple viewings of Slither last week because it had this end-of-the-world feel to it. Plus there was this neat little interlude when I asked Nathan where the restrooms were and he couldn't remember. There was an I-don't-know jig of some kind (think pee-pee dance) as he tried to figure it out, and I was teasing him that he'd only worked there like forever. He should know where the restrooms are.

Date: 2007-04-03 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubykatewriting.livejournal.com
Oh, and you are SO genius.

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