lady_windermere

Woke up from a dream, and I really think I should write it off to Eric Kripke for a Supernatural episode. It was so good, and Sam and Dean were there.

( Dreaming is Free, cut for those who hate reading other peoples dreams. )

Not sure I can sell it now, as I told everyone!

Yes, the countdown to Christmas has started. With it my Seaonal depression will be on the way! Anyway, last year I put up a Christmas Card list, but the depession was such, that I couldn't make it to send any cards. So not doing that again. May as well admit it, vitual gifts for your profile is as far as I will get. Cos I can to that without leaving the house, which is where I shall be hanging out to avoid Christmas.

Anyway, if you would like a vitural gift for your user info (no you do not have to give me one), please let me know. Of course I do not need your address or anything, just a Yes Me would do!

I will screen comments, so don't worry.

Right now I'm debating phoning my friend to cancel meeting him today. Woke up in cold sweats, but feeling hot. Apart from heartburn, no other symtoms. Maybe I should just have a shower. After all we are not going to do much, just watch an episode of either Supernatual or Angel, then something to eat.

Did have a great dream, which could be a plot bunny. If I just had the urge to write something other than drabbles! I guess I should be happy I had that at least. Then which character to fit into which role. The main one was a singer, so that should be Spike I guess. Cos making it Angel would be out of character.....who am I kidding, this is AU human, so out of character it would be......would be a great story I think tho'

Had a dream, the idea of which I might use as a fic.

Nicolas Lydhurst from the future met wakes up on a beach, faced with a past version of him. He has a scar on his arm, with the young version doesn't have. He then sets out to stop the young version making the same mistakes he did.

The time travel means that every so often he is transported into a....figerine, or a puppet. This is influenced by a small object much like a battery, which is attracted to other small objects, mainly batteries in clocks.

It then goes off into a Murder Mystery, as the man who was his agent is killed. A heckic time when the murdered man has rented out his house for the summer. The summer guests arrive, but don't see the dead man (needs work, as he is on full view on the chair in the living room, in an open plan house.

A showdowy figure leaves the house, the one who had "done it".

Ok I woke up then, even with some very sexy swimmers and other atheltic bodies training for the Olympaics joining us for a meal and drinks! Very small drinks, and expensive! Was supposted to walk 5 miles to the hotel, but ended up just being over a sand dune :-S

Anyway, unless it is fandom related, I don't usually share my dreams. But last night was kinda weird.

I was in a US University, studying English, and for some reason, we were allowed to drink in class. So there I am, drinking a can of Stella, with my best friend, when two people arrive. They take my tutor to one side, and start talking about my characterisations, in front of me and the whole class. Saying what every character I do sounds the same, it is from my own pov, and not the characters. I am about 21 here, and in the senior year. In the dream is sounds to me as if they are about to fail me, in my senior year, so I am pretty down. Then I go to get something to eat, and lose my friend. Who has told me I cannot become an English teacher in the US, because of my British spelling of English.

At this point I run into some people I really did go to Univeristy with, namely Eric, Jim and Alex. They ask me why I don't just become a universty tour guide. As the Univeristy has some interesting structures. I got to the staff self service and get some sandwiches, but no-one seems interested in a tour guide, and then I woke up!

Ok so this was the second dream, I went to bed early (really just for a nap, but slept for hours), and woke up when I drempt I was in my night clothes in the icy cold morning, collecting iced milk for my neighbours. That was because I threw the covers back when was hot, and woke up in the cold night air!

Ok, started off watching a tv programme with my family, with autopsies going on, while the earth is hit by a plauge. Next I am in the programme and it is real. They are tracking down a man born in 1958, who is diagnosed mad. He had been warning people of the upcoming events.

There is another woman helping him. They find an underground cavern, below the tram lines where if people sleep there, they are immune from the plague. The team I am with go in and find various people sleeping there, when a rumbling noise occures. The cavern is closed off, because the celing leading too it has colapsed. One of the team finds an air duct, and we make our escape that way. After one of the male members of the team hauls me into the air duct, and we get a rope ladder to save everyone else. Then I woke up.

The autopsy scene is quite bloody, and a bit of a hatchet job, as they are rushed.

Well in a couple of hours it will be tamibrandt's birthday, and I would love to do something for her.....you know some Spangel or even a little fanged three? Angelus/Drusilla/Spike? Maybe while Darla is at the Masters' to play? So what have I got? Spike/Drusilla or gen Oz in Tibet. I am gonna have to do something about that soon, Oz demands to be written.

I cannot make it to JM's concert on the 4th in London now, so was thinking of offering the ticket as a prize to anyone registering with writerconuk, before a certain date, for our midimeet in August. I just need to contact the organisers to see if I can transfer the ticket, it says not, but that seems to be more a case of stopping people from selling the tickets rather than a.....incentive would you say? I must admit I was really looking forward to meeting the people, as I am sure JM will release a CD as some time with the music, still a little disappointed not to see JM, but it was the people I will really miss. Then a lot of people who have registered already have tickets, but that just means that if they win I need to know in time who they would like to get the ticket doesn't it?

Anyway back to trying to get my muse to give me something for Tami's birthday!

Oh was having a hot dream with JM this morning, really good, when someone phoned and distrubed me! Typical!

Also for those of us who love older fandoms, such as Starsky and Hutch, Man from U.N.C.L.E. The Professionals (drool) as well as BtVS and AtS men then a new community for you......by my friend prettyman_ips, if you do manips in these fandoms, especially m/m or f/f, go join!

Ok, so my body insisted on having a nap, what did my sub-conscious, in the form of a dream decide to warn me about.....a large bright pink man eating jelly! It was able to squeeze through letterboxes, had beady round eyes and ate Airline pilots as the flew planes and caused them to crash. I also managed to squeeze in a bit about giving my father odd sox to wear, one green and one blue with patterns...The wonders of the sub-conscious. My dad died 17 years ago, but even so, and beside the fact that I dream about him, my mom and Michael a lot, I still get disoriented after dreaming about them and waking up alone with just the cat!

I am now waiting for Ronnie to arrive, I hope he is here soon as the soup is simmering and smells wonderful.