Huh.

[rubykatewriting]

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.

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[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

Oh, and you are SO genius.