The Doctor (of course)

Wow, last night's dream was vivid.  And of course it featured The Doctor.  Which is weird because I haven't watched Doctor Who in a while.

I had made plans to meet Amelia at the movies.  We get there about 15 minutes before the show starts and she tells me that she invited a guy friend.  I'm ok with that.  She then calls said friend to ask where he's at.  The whole time they're on the phone she's laughing and giggling.  Almost like flirting....  Anyway, she gets off the phone and says that he's stuck in traffic in Houston and won't be able to make the show so we'll just have to reschedule.  Let me reiterate.  We're at the theater, have our tickets, but b/c he's in Houston we're cancelling?  Oh no.  I go in anyway, one less a friend.  I end up seeing Michael/The Doctor (yes, he's the same person in this dream.  I'm totally ok with that.  Also, Michael's new haircut makes him look like Matt Smith) and sit next to him.  So the movie's progressing and I notice there's a shady figure off to the right.  It's The Master!  Only he's also a Shade.  He locks eyes with The Doctor and has his mind, but only for a second.  The three of us leave the theater to have it out outside.  The Master tries breaking in to several cars with no success.  I finally trap The Master on the ground and make him swear in the ancient language that he won't hurt us, especially The Doctor since they used to be bffs.  He swears that he won't hurt us, but then breaks away to cause havoc worldwide.  He starts brainwashing people; you can tell they've been taken over by their red eyes.  One lady even eats her own granddaughter.  I finally have enough and I take over his mind and defeat him.


See?  Vivid.  And a doozy.

Care for a Drink?

Wow.  Last night's dreams were a mix of awesome and not so awesome.

I'm at a party, all dressed up, when I notice Martin Starr and Scott Grimes chatting together and having a drink.  I really want to meet SG first, but figure I'll start a bit smaller and talk to MS.  We chat a bit then he agrees to take a picture with me.  After he goes off I finally get the courage to approach SG.  I introduce myself and he asks me to join him for a drink.  "I don't drink.... I mean beer.  I don't drink beer."  Yeah, I'm a class act.  I don't know how it happened but we got on the subject of makeup.  I mentioned that I never wear it and he says "good, because you're beautiful." SQUEEEEEEE!  Of course I blush and mumble a thanks.  Then he agrees to take a picture with me.  What a nice guy!


After my super awesome meeting with those guys I decide to go for a bike ride.  I ride through the woods to a day spa where Michael and my sister-in-law are chilling.  Sarah's doing yoga so I attempt to follow along.  Umm, yeah, that doesn't end well.  I fell. (much like I did last night doing Centergy) Michael then pulls me to the side and says he was told he needed to find a different place to stay since he was raped.  WTF?!  Apparently the spa doesn't like rape victims.  Wow, way to be sensitive guys.  Also, someone attacked my husband??  I will end them.


And then my alarm went off, waking me from what little sleep I'd had.  Sigh.  But hey, SCOTT GRIMES.

A Few at a Time

Haven't been writing them down even though I've been remembering.  I've forgotten some details of the last few nights, but I'll give you what I've got.

Last night: Jim Parsons and I were hanging out.  We ordered pizza, picked it up, got gas in the car, came back and fell asleep watching tv.


Monday night: Alan Tudyk and I were best friends and we hung out by a campfire.

Saturday night: Alan Tudyk was a serial killer on board the Starship Enterprise.  I had to escape him.


Sorry readers.  I'm just not on it today.  But hey, JIM PARSONS!  ALAN TUDYK!

Last night was crazy:

I was dating Helo (from Battlestar Galactica, yum) and my parents are totally cool with it (not sure why that's relevant, but ok).  He comes to my house and we frolic in the meadow with our shoes off.  I end up getting really bad stickers in my feet so he does the gentlemanly thing and removes them (which is gross cuz I hate feet)  He decides to go to town to get something (milk I think).  While he's gone I hear 2 gruffy voices outside planning to attack me.  I try to hide, but they come in anyway and attempt to do their worst.  Luckily for me, Helo shows up and uses his super awesome hot martial arts skills to kick their cylon butts.


So, it was mostly a good dream with a little scary part in it.  I admit, when I first woke up from that dream all I could remember was the scary part and I was a little bit paralyzed.  I literally couldn't move, I was so scared.  Then I remembered the good stuff and that made it better.

Hellooooooooo Nurse!

Well, Doctor really because last night featured Doctor Who.  Or to be more specific, Matt Smith.  Grrrrroooowwwllll.

I'm in New York for the exclusive sneak peak of the new season of Doctor Who.  I'm standing in line, hoping to make it into the theater when I notice a lot of people in front of me getting out of line then getting back in line.  I decide to investigate.  Turns out Matt Smith and Karen Gillan are cruising the line and stopping for pictures.  I think "ZOMG I have to haz pic taken wid hawtness" (sorry but lolcat speak makes me laugh).  I get out of line to ask Matt for a pic but he's gone.  I get super sad and sulk back to my spot.  My line buddy then steps out of line and I'm thinking he's going to get a pic with Karen.  NOPE!  He brings Matt Smith over to me and said that he told Matt how disappointed I was for missing out on a pic.  So Matt obliges!  Except my buddy can't work the camera. :(  We stand there for 15 minutes while my friend screws around.  The whole time Matt has his arm around me and doesn't complain about standing there with me (!).  It. Was. Awesome.


It's obvious I need to get my season 5 back from Amelia.  I'm going through withdrawals.  She's had more time with it than I have! (love you A)

Nightmare City

Last night was one of those nights where no matter what I did, I couldn't wake up from the evil nightmare.  What made it worse, was that it was about work...

I'm at work when a class comes in.  The lights go out.  The students line up along the room and are even standing on the desks.  Of course I'm freaking out.  I first ask them nicely to get down.  When they scoff at me, I start yelling.  I ask the professor to help maintain her students and that in the future could she please let us know ahead of time if she was bringing a class.  She ignored me.  I decide that since I can't physically do anything to them to go back to my desk and call for backup.  Only the students have taken over the desk area.  I start screaming this time that everyone needs to get out.  One student finally listens and leaves, but she gives me a horrible face while doing so.  Backup eventually shows up and is able to herd the class out, leaving me to clean up the mess.  After the whole debacle I just want to go home and cry but everyone left work so I'm stuck there all alone.


I was actually thankful when my alarm went off.  I couldn't take that anymore....

Also, I apparently had another dream while snoozing: I went camping with the inlaws.  Somehow we ended up in the mountains with this really serene lake.  I look in the water and see snakes.  Only they have legs.  Lots of legs.  Mutant leggy snakes.  I try running away but can't.  We end up at a restaurant.


And that's all I remember about that one.

Last night Amelia and I made cake pops for her son's 1st birthday party.  Yum!

A Doctor, Musician, and Captain...

... all walk into a bar.  Kidding, they were all in my dream.  And not those characters exactly, but the actors who portray them.  Scott Grimes, Bob Guiney, and Nathan Fillion.  Oh yeah....

I'm hanging out at home when the doorbell rings.  At my door?  Scott Grimes and Bob Guiney.  They smelled my delicious southern cookin' and felt like stopping by.  I get them seated at my table and serve them like a good southern gal does.  While we're eating my friend's daughter pops her head out of a bedroom and wants to know why she can't find her doll.  I excuse myself from the table and find it for her.  When I get back Scott's gone and Bob's doing the dishes.  Of course I'm sad one of hotness has left but hey, I still have Bob!  The door knocks *again* only this time it's Nathan Fillion!  He also smelled my yummy food and wanted a taste (I just realized that all sounds dirty.  It's not.  I promise.  I'm a good girl, I am!).  So Bob's washing dishes and I'm eating with Nathan.  Jodi Benson is there too.  Who is she?  Well, she was the voice of Ariel in The Little Mermaid.  We also share a birthday.  Which I pointed out.  And in my dream she was married to Nathan (lucky girl).


Then my STUPID alarm clock goes off.  a;foiaj43kj321-08uj  That's my angry type.  That'll teach me to stay up super late watching Doctor Who...

Running to Swimming

I'm posting now so I don't forget.

Dream: I'm leaving my grandmother's house for a track meet with my track partner, Devon.  As in, Devon Sawa. (I was going to post a pic of him but can't find one I like).  We get in our wagon and head off.  Yes, a little red wagon.  That's being pulled by our trainer's car.  We go down the road to my aunt's house for lunch.  My parents, in-laws, and the sister's bff are all there.  So is Matt Smith (!).  And Zachary Levi (!!).  We're all eating dinner to load up on energy for the swim meet.  Yeah, we started out as runners but became swimmers, go figure.  I try to convince everyone that I need to eat rice or pasta since carbs will give me energy.  No one seems to care and I end up with a big plate of vegetables (but will eat them anyway since they were made my aunt, YUM).  So after I finish eating I try to fix my hair for the pool.  Since my hair is still a bit short, it won't go into braids like it used to.  I get frustrated and head to the bathroom to see what I can do with it.  While in there I hear laughing.  Not sure what's going on, but I finally get my hair done which was the important thing.  I come back out to find everyone gone. *sad face*  I start running up and down the street till I find Emily (friend Emily in England, not cousin Emily).  I ask her why she's here and not in England.  Apparently she got through with her program early and came home. We go out to dinner.  Other camp people show up and we head to class (??).  The Brigadier (DW character) is teaching class when Jamie gets mad and starts contradicting everything he says.  He gets mad and she starts to walk out in a huff.  He says that if she leaves he'll have her arrested for treason.  She walks out anyway.  The rest of us are staring in disbelief.

Cue alarm.  It was a bit weird and confusing but at least I remembered!

Happier times: I ordered season 5 of Doctor Who and it arrived in the mail yesterday!!

It's a bird, it's a plane...

I remembered my dream last night!  In detail.


I'm at a party with Chuck people.  And by that I mean: Zachary Levi, Adam Baldwin, and Isaiah Mustafa (the Old Spice guy).  Only they were in character.  And I think it was an episode.  Who knows.  Anyway, there was some trouble with Greta (IM's character) and it turns out he was working for the bad guys.  I kick in the face, roundhouse style, and make for the getaway car.  Which just happens to be an '83 Oldsmobile that doesn't like to start.  Or go fast.  Or be put in gear.  Yet somehow I escaped.  Go figure.  So I'm driving away when I see my mom and little brother (yeah, in this dream I have a 12 yo brother. weird) trying to set up the new house.  I decided to have dinner with them, and also Casey and Chuck.  Mom starts talking about work so I start talking about work.  Casey has to shut me up for fear of me exposing myself (Mom doesn't know I'm a superhero/spy).  I decide to just go ahead and leave, but little bro wants to know what I'm doing.  I try my best to get rid him but he just won't leave me alone.


Then the alarm goes off.  Cheese and crackers!

Hotness :)

Oohh SVU, hello!

Last night's dream finally made it into the Law&Order universe.  I had a dream about SVU!

Elliot and I are on a stakeout.  Not sure where Olivia is, but she called to say she'd be late.  So the stakeout is in some opera house.  We're on the top tier.  A shot rings out.  Oh noez, Elliot is shot! (yeah, I said "noez". Big whoop, wanna fight about it?)  I have no idea how to treat a gun wound.  Apparently that's not covered in police detective training.  I look around thinking someone will come and save us.  Someone does.  It's Olivia.  "Crap!" I think, "Just when we had our alone time."  Although I'm quite sure how alone time would work with a gunshot wound, but I digress.


I'm not really sure what happened after that.  I had trouble sleeping last night.  Might've had something to do with hitting my head on the couch earlier in the day.  Or the time change.  Yeah, we'll go with that.

Slacker? Yeah, that's me

I'm such a slacker, but honestly, I just haven't been remembering my dreams lately.  I try, I really do.  Even this morning as soon as I woke up I stayed in bed (and awake!) going over my dreams so that I could post them.  Alas, they have been forgotten.  About the only thing I can remember is David Tennant and Matt Smith were in them.  I'm not sure if it was a Doctor Who dream or not... I don't think it was.  I promise I'll try to remember more dreams.  I like going back over what I've dreamt and reliving the feelings those dreams invoked.

Side note: my wonderful friend Amelia made some cake pops this week.  Delicious!

They didn't look like these (hers were lemon with white chocolate coating), but oh soooooo good.  Basically you bake a cake, put it in a food processor with a jar of icing, mix it up, roll the cake/icing mix into balls, put lolli sticks in the balls, freeze, dip in candy coating.  Yum!

Aaaaand now for some hotness:

Aaaaand an awesome clip of David Tennant and Catherine Tate, doing what they do best together: comedy!