All Shall Love Me and Despair

Had a really weird dream last night - well, one of several, really, but this one stood out. So I'm sitting on a sofa with an undefined friend of mine to my right, and Jake Weber (currently best known as Joe Dubois, Alison's husband, on Medium) to my left. We were talking and I had a DVD there of an older project of his (none of the real ones), and he sort of sighed and went, "Ah, back when I was young and had perspectives." So I asked if he didn't now, and he shook his head and confessed to feeling stuck, and I said, "And Medium is still going strong?", to which Jake nodded resignedly, because playing Alison's husband, he can't very well just walk off. And I felt so sorry for him and we tried to come up with possibilities for him to get unstuck. It then shifted to me walking up some stairs later and still trying to come up with some idea that might help him, and I remember thinking, "Hold on, didn't they replace one of the girls who play their daughters? Why can't they replace him then?" And then the dream shifted to something else.

I really have no idea where this came from - and no, it's not that I subconsciously feel stuck and expressed that feeling this way. :) But anyway, this icon fits pretty perfectly, LOL.

about lack of certain things in my dreams. There I was two nights ago, chatting with samena about dreams and bemoaning the fact that even in my dreams I hardly ever got any kissing let alone sex - and what do I dream last night, or rather earlier this morning?

I was kissing John Barrowman. I dimly remember he somehow figured into the dream earlier already, and I was wherever we were with a group of others, maybe family, maybe friends, maybe colleagues or strangers like in a travel group. But then I ended up alone with John at a bus stop shelter, and somehow we ended up kissing - and not just an innocent kiss on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips, oh no - and then we just couldn't stop. And there was definitely some hip grinding... Oh yes, that was rather nice, as you can imagine! But then other people started showing up so we had to stop, and he went to the kiosk/newsstand thingie right next to the bus stop shelter to get some cigarettes or something, while I was standing there trying to act as if nothing had happened, hoping that the one or two girls from among our group who had just joined us (but stood apart from me, because I didn't know them so well) wouldn't notice what had happened because they might get jealous. Of course that was when I woke up.

*siiigh* I wouldn't complain if I had more dreams like that! I guess in this case I owe thanks to mews1945 for mentioning Torchwood on her LJ, which prompted me to rewatch a few episodes before going to bed. ;D

Only posting this so I won't forget even more details...

( dreams, dreams, dreams... )

Sometimes I love my subconscious. :)


Talking about Sean - I'll SO be getting this on DVD: Living 'til the End


Still behind on comments - sorry, the essay sort of sucked up what time and energy I had. This weekend should be quiet so it's catchup time!

So I woke up after 6am because I had a dry throat. I got up to drink a few sips of water, then went back to bed, and fell asleep again, and proceeded to have this lovely dream:

We were in my bedroom, in the house we lived in from when I was 10 to when I was 22. Somehow it felt like a continuation of an earlier dream - possible that it was from earlier tonight, but I can't remember any details. So Elijah sat at my desk, and I stood beside him, watching as he wrote something on the top piece of paper on a block, which I had scribbled full already, but he was writing between my lines, and it felt just natural to be there with him. It was something like a little thank-you note, though I don't remember anything specific, and I smiled and squeezed his shoulder, kissed his cheek and said "Thank you," and he just smiled. I said what a shame it was that he had to go back already, and he just grimaced. I really wanted to say, "Feel free to come back anytime," but felt I'd overstep my boundaries or put him in a spot, so instead I walked over towards my bed and said "Yeah I know, it's back to work for me tomorrow..." My bed was unmade (nothing special!) and somehow it felt like it was (early?) in the morning. At that moment my Mum came in, dressed for going looking for mushrooms or berries or something - I'd been aware of her and Dad's presence in the corridor somewhere all the time during the dream, getting ready - and she said OK, they'd leave now. Elijah got up from the chair and stretched, and said something to me like, "Well we could do time travel" - it wasn't time travel, but something in that direction. I grinned and asked, "How do you mean?" - and at that moment my alarm went off. *mentally kicks it across the room*

*sigh* But it was a lovely dream... Although it seemed to be morning, there was no indication of us having spent the night together or anything like that, but there was just this wonderful warm feeling... not necessarily that we'd known each other for long or that well, but that we just felt comfortable with each other. Ah... wishful thinking, eh? ;)



ETA: My DVD of "Serenity" arrived! *bounce* How fitting, at least title-wise, since the feeling of this dream was rather serene... :)


ETA2: Oh boy, this is my 1004th post!!!