Driving J2

[hells_half_acre]

I had a dream last night that I went to a convention somewhere in the States, and at the convention, Jared and Jensen found out I was from Vancouver and asked if they could get a ride back with me.

Instead of being super excited, I spent the whole dream wondering how I was going to fit these two huge men and their luggage into my Toyota Yaris.

I'm not sure what the psycology is there. By the end of the dream, I had decided that Jared would get the front seat and Jensen would sit behind me in the backseat, and I'd try to keep any luggage in the back and on the floor behind the passenger seat, and then if Jensen needed to stretch his legs, he could turn sideways on the backseat and sit that way for a bit.

I was feeling pretty confident about my solution. So, yay for problem solving. I woke up before the actual drive took place though.

Anyway, just wanted to share.

Comments

[franztastisch]

I had a whole dream about learning to work my new iPhone. Completely bog standard and boring. I've had dreams where I just talk to famous people too. Normally about climate chance. :P

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

I had a dream last week that a friend and I got to meet David Bowie. Only, I dropped the SD card for my camera right before he walked over to us, so I spent the whole dream listening to my friend meet David Bowie while I frantically looked for my memory card.

Anyway, he was a swell guy, he even helped me look for a bit.

[ramblin_rosie]

I once had a dream where I was on a field trip or some sort of study abroad thing, and our sponsor was Mark Sheppard. In Crowley's costume, but still clearly Mark. I can't even remember what we talked about, just that he was there.
And then there was the dream where I went to the beach with Jensen and Danneel, but when I went in this building to change into my swimsuit, I ran into some old friends and spent a long time sitting around inside talking with them, and when I came out Jensen was ready to leave. GO FIGURE. Or the one where I was at some snazzy hotel for a wedding and wandering around looking for the wedding party, and Richard was walking behind me talking about classical mythology with my best friend G. I think Rob might have been there, too, but I never turned around and looked at them, just heard their voices.

The weirdest ones, though, were two different ones where Nathan Fillion showed up for no apparent reason. As himself. In one he randomly sat down with "us" (whoever I was with--nobody I actually know) in a cafeteria at my alma mater where I almost never ate IRL, and in another he was apparently one of my grad school friends, and we were in the Writing Center dealing with SPN-ish weirdness. I hadn't even watched any of his shows at the time!

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

Ha! The mind is a funny place.

[franztastisch]

Haha that's brilliant. I love that brains can do that. The one I always think is amazing is when you can meet someone in a dream, and you know who they are or what they are despite the fact that they don't look like that person/thing. Like, once I had a dream about meeting Barack Obama the centaur. He looked like normal regular Barack Obama, but I knew he was a centaur. (My job was to carry his sparkly high heels)

[hells-half-acre.livejournal.com]

That's awesome. :)

It reminds me of the time that I dreamt I was a dragon. I still looked like me... but I was also an ancient mythological creature.

[franztastisch]

Dream logic is the best. :P