Dream Journal Time

Lots of disconnected dream scenes last night. At one point I was walking with Mat somewhere in LA and we passed Quinto on the street. Mat immediately was like “I wanna be on him” and me, being the best friend that I am, encouraged the shit out of that. So Mat stopped him, pretended like we were lost and asking for directions. I just stood there and ogled and watched as their conversation kept stretching on and on and the eye fucking become more intense. Score one for Mat.

I think I woke up and then fell back into a new dream setting after that. I was at my grandma’s house, but it looked like it did like 13 years ago before the renovations i.e. a rustic lake house. There was some kind of buzz surrounding some weird shit happening so the Jenkins who owned the property next to my nana’s called in some help in the form of the Winchesters. The Jenkins were scared and super old so my nana and papa offered to take them a few towns over and get a hotel until everything calmed down. So I was just me and all the dogs playing host to Sam and Dean while they investigated.

It wasn’t all the interesting to be honest. I basically played a good host, grilled food for them and showed them where they could sleep and generally let them be while the worked. I had woken up and decided I wanted food so I creeped into the kitchen and made a fucking awesome Dagwood worthy Sandwich. I had my jimjams on and was in the fridge with my giant ass all bent over when I heard Dean say “couldn’t sleep?” which of course gave me a fucking heart attack. I saw he had a knife in his hand which worried me just a tad.

So I was like “No. And that visual of that knife in your hand wont help”. He said he heard a noise and that you could never be too cautious. I offered him half my sandwich, we went down into the den where Sam was sitting with the TV on mute reading. I asked him if he minded, he said no so I turned on wrestling. Soon both of them had stopped what they were doing and were watching it with me and asking questions. So explaining characters to them was weird. I started marking out and making doe eyes when Miz and CM Punk had a match and Dean was poking fun. Sam told him he had no room to talk, Dr. Sexy. I started nodding off so I went to turn in and both of them walked me to my room where the were checking the salt lines and shit. I was like “oh my god I’m not a kid” but they jus smiled. Sam left and Dean was walking out and I asked him to hand me the small blue knitted baby blanket on the dresser. He made some joke about how if I’m not a kid why am I sleeping with a security blanket and I told him it wasn’t mine, it was my little sister’s who died. He then got the saddest look on his face and told me “sweet dreams”.

It seems like I can never have a fun dream without some level of crazy death or real life sadness mixed in.