I've been having really strange and/or interesting dreams every night since I've been back. I dreamed Stephan and I and a Jesse Spencer-looking boy and a girl I don't know founded an underground reading-French-plays-aloud club with a secret hideout and a guerilla schedule we somehow all knew. I dreamed I asked, "Where's Sam?" because he was late. I was being tutored by copperbadge irl every day in a class and won a writing award because of it, though I don't even know what he looks like (but if he looks like I dreamed him I could identify him positively, that's how vivid it was). I dreamed (and this freaks me out to a degree I've rarely been freaked out before) that I was at Gail's house in Germany and for some reason everyone (including Gail) reluctantly agreed it was necessary for me to have sex with Tony in order to save the world, and I refused, and he amiably teased me about it (I woke up before my brain could explode there). I dreamed that Richard Dean Anderson asked me to use Joan Anderson as my stage name when I became an actress, despite the fact that I had no intention of becoming an actress in the dream (but thanks for the suggestion, dude, I kind of like it).
My lips are chapped and my stomach is growling and my back is killing me. However, a story about a guy in the shower with a spider made me laugh out loud. I think I will go eat something.
My lips are chapped and my stomach is growling and my back is killing me. However, a story about a guy in the shower with a spider made me laugh out loud. I think I will go eat something.