Sorry for lack of posts. I'm just a bit lazy these days. I have a few undocumented dreams that I've had in the past couple of weeks.
1: I was visiting family in Louisiana when someone mentioned my cousin, Tater (his real name was Anthony), was coming to visit as well. Surely that couldn't be the case since he was killed 10 years ago. But lo and behold, there he was. He wasn't up to his old self. Apparently he'd had the car accident but was left bedridden. I sat by his bedside telling him how much I missed him and that I wanted him to live forever. He smiled, pulled me to his chest and cradled me, then slipped off to sweet oblivion.
2: Hugh Bonneville as Lord Grantham (from Downton Abbey) was my estranged father and Matt Smith as 11 was my separated husband. For some reason I had to choose between them which one to kill. I chose 11. As we were getting our swords ready (yes, swords), he told me how much he loved me. Crap. I reciprocated the feelings but was now super upset because I'm supposed to kill the man I love. He takes off for a bit then returns with my cousin who is supposed to take his place. My sword breaks, so I end up killing her with a ping pong paddle.
3: I'm getting off of work and I miss the bus so I have to walk home. It's creepy and I'm in heels. I get about a mile from home when a coworker offers me a ride. He ends up taking me back to work and drops me off there. Sad and confused, I just decide to stay the night at work. I go to one of the back offices and instead of finding it empty, Jon Lajoie is there (he's a Canadian comedian and on The League). He ends up ***EDITED FOR EXPLICIT CONTENT*** all night. I feel like I'm betraying Michael but then he walks in and says it's ok so I just roll with it.
.......... I don't know what to say about all that.