rionaleonhart | It's Raining, Cats And Dogs.

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Recently, I dreamt (oh, dear, yes, it's a post about dreams) that Dean Winchester was trying to kill me. Which was odd, because I've never watched Supernatural in my life. We were in a dystopian future and running away from the police for some reason, and he helped me along and explained things to me and LIED BY TELLING ME THAT HE AND SAM WERE CALLED JUNE AND ERIC CARTER (YEAH, I DON'T KNOW EITHER). This was not just my subconscious getting confused about the characters' names; my dream-self was well aware it was a lie. In what may possibly be an example of my subconscious getting confused about the characters' names, Simon Pegg, who was occasionally narrating in my head, told me that Dean's real name was 'Christ', pronounced 'Chris'. When Dean found out that I knew his 'real name', he became very hostile and demanded to know how I had found that out. I told him that I had learnt it from Simon Pegg's voice in my mind. I'm not sure he was convinced.

The moral of this story is that letting my subconscious have free rein is never a good idea. Other dreams I have had have included being attacked by the orange-and-black wolves from the Dalmasca Estersand while in Silent Hill, being glared at by the orange-and-black wolves from the Dalmasca Estersand while on a magic carpet, and being chased by a flying Big Brother contestant with a knife. Also being best friends with Carla Espinosa and Peter Pettigrew. And hanging out with two Richard Hammonds. And having my foot repeatedly bitten by a living Yoda-puppet. I DON'T KNOW.

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"Also being best friends with Carla Espinosa and Peter Pettigrew."

Harry Potter/Scrubs crossover!

Your dream beats whatever the hell I was dreaming. All I know is that when I woke up I was standing on my bed being very disorientated.

But you woke standing up! Which is strange and fascinating! I am now terribly curious about how this happened.

I have no idea! I vaguely remember thinking I was in a maze and that the people I was with had already left, or something. And then there was the whole ' where am I? What? Why is it so dark? Why are there posters on this wall? WHY AM I STANDING IN MY BED?' phase of things.

Wait - June and Eric Carter? WHICH ONE WAS JUNE?

If Dean was trying to kill me I'd be TERRIFIED, he knows many ways to kill.

Also, I had a dream about being friends with Peter Pettigrew once; we were being chased by a tornado and well... Peter didn't make it. Oh well?

Dean was June! I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE WOULD CLAIM HIS NAME WAS 'JUNE', BUT THERE YOU GO.

I find it bizarrely hilarious that other people have dreamt about being friends with Peter Pettigrew as well.

Oh my god. He must've lost a bet or something, there's NO WAY he would call himself June other wise. xD

It is rather bizarre, considering the way Pettigrew has treated his friends.

(If I ever actually watch Supernatural, by the way, I am totally going to refer to the Winchester brothers as June and Eric in all of my posts about it.)

AND NO ONE WOULD UNDERSTAND. Except, of course, anyone who has read this post. BUT STILL.

You should! It's really much better than it has any right to be.

I agree. I didn't expect it to be as good as it is. Then I started watching it and was like "Oh my god. I LOVE this show!" xD

TWO Richard Hammonds? What were they doing?!

Right. Um.

We were in the seats of a sort of theatre; whatever we were watching had finished. Jeremy Clarkson was sitting in the aisle. One Richard Hammond went to sit down next to him; they spoke quietly for a moment and then left, holding hands.

I was being James May, for some reason, and watched this jealously while possessively stroking the hair of the Richard Hammond sitting next to me.

Then Gene Hunt told me to stop it.

You have the best dreams ever.

"Jeremy Clarkson was sitting in the aisle. One Richard Hammond went to sit down next to him; they spoke quietly for a moment and then left, holding hands.

I was being James May, for some reason, and watched this jealously while possessively stroking the hair of the Richard Hammond sitting next to me."

The mental image of an angry!James possessively stroking Hammond's hair is just too awesome to be true.

And why am I not surprised that even your subconscious will do odd things JUST to get Jeremy/Richard in there?

But apparently I am also a subconscious James/Richard 'shipper! Who knew?

(Honestly, James, you've already got one Richard. Wanting both is just greedy.)

... Last night I, too, was running away from the police with the Winchesters in a dystopian future. Please tell me you didn't surfboard on security guards whilst you were at it.

...THAT IS REALLY, REALLY WEIRD.

The fact that my Dystopian Future Winchester Adventure was the night before last doesn't make it that much less weird, does it?

And I don't think there was any security-guard surfboarding.

I'M A LITTLE CONCERNED.

Perhaps you were, I don't know, channeling my SPN obsession, combined with my tendency to have dream police chases. Or something.

(Although, to be fair, my dystopian future wasn't that futuristic. Mostly it was just hover boots.)

I had a run of zombie dreams last year, the oddest of which involved me and several of the characters from Veronica Mars defending Brad and Angelina's wedding from zombie hoards. Britney Spears was there too, but she wasn't any help.

It's Raining, Cats And Dogs.

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ZOMBIES!