teylaminh | Strange and amalgamous dreams (Reply)

So, livejournal informs me it's

krispen's birthday, so

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

to her. :) Also a belated one to Katie, but I email/texted hers already...

Now for the dream. You know when you just have lots of unrelated bits of dreams that somehow seem to make sense when they go together, but then don't in the slightest when you think about them later? Yeah, it was one of those... Also, I would like to stress that parts of this are in no way an indication of my conscious mental state. :)

First bit, I was in my room with Jo and Tansy (from my course) and then some random lecturer came up to us and said that our house (which was, natually, Gryffindor - guess who squee'd over the new HP trailer?) had just gained four points because we were the first to get our end-of-year course appraisal forms in. Heh. That's my subconscious making me guillty about forgetting to fill any of them in... And then there was this entire section where Dave (as in scary post-modernism dissertation-marking course-leader Dave) was in love with me, so the less said about that, the better...

Then it was some kind of speech day, and me and three other people were meant to be performing something (which was vaguely related to Charlie's Angels) except one of the other two forgot their part, and I couldn't dance in time, and it was a huge disaster. Then there was a random pregnant lady giving birth on a field. *eyebrow* I don't know why I only just remembered that...

Then it got more interesting and shippy. :D Jonathan/Maddy shippy, in fact, which is always good, and it's been so long since I had a decent J/M-shippy dream. I can't quite remember the details as to the situation, but it seemed like they'd accidentally run into each other after some time apart, and the reason they'd been apart in the first place had been her fault because of a job, or something. And she needed his help because she'd just gotten fired, and it wasn't her fault, and for starters, he was still bitter and wouldn't help her, until she managed to talk him around. (Which, on reflection, sounds so much more like a Mulder/Scully situation, which sort of explains why, for the few minutes after waking up, all I could randomly remember was a little mini-fic I sent Jenn whereby Mulder and Scully met Jonathan and Maddy and disproved the blurb that Jonathan Creek was just a British version The X-Files...) So then he was making lots of phonecalls and trying to get her job back or fix whatever had been sabotaged that meant she'd lost it. She'd left him to it, and fallen asleep on the sofa. He was planning on leaving quietly once everything was sorted, but then my uber-shippy subconscious kicked in and directed him to the sofa. He gave her the softest of kisses (:D:D!!) - which obviously woke her up - and then there was this very random conversation which included a line that was something like "It could've been, couldn't it?" which apparently related to the last conversation they'd had. In any case, then he was walking off...

Gah. Pity there's not enough to fic it. I'm feeling oddly inspired to write JC fic again, though...

Then I sort of vaguely woke up, and my brain was full of random Spuffiness. Always fun...

I love shippy dreams. About fictional people. Kindly disregard the other bit at the beginning...

Nothing much else to say... Now I should probably make Vicky's CD...