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Last night I dreamed that I was Jensen Ackles. Not that I was with Jensen Ackles or having sex with Jensen Ackles. I was Jensen Ackles.
And Chris Kane was my boyfriend.
And we were in some cabin with strangers. (At one point, I do remember snuggling and playing with Chris' hair.) I have no idea who these strangers were or why they were apparently roaming around my crazy subconscious. Anyway, we (Chris and I (Jensen)) had to leave the cabin in a hurry in the middle of the night. I dunno why. I do know we were searching for something or someone. I do remember making Chris give me the keys to drive the car. He didn't want me to and wasn't happy about riding shotgun. It was silver, by the way. The car. I dunno why I think that's significant. It probably isn't. I don't know what make or model of car it was. Only that it was silver.
And as we drove away from the cabin I nearly ran over a monkey....and a boxer. Boxer as in the breed of dog.
Then I woke up.
What the fucking fuck was I smoking before going to sleep last night?
And Chris Kane was my boyfriend.
And we were in some cabin with strangers. (At one point, I do remember snuggling and playing with Chris' hair.) I have no idea who these strangers were or why they were apparently roaming around my crazy subconscious. Anyway, we (Chris and I (Jensen)) had to leave the cabin in a hurry in the middle of the night. I dunno why. I do know we were searching for something or someone. I do remember making Chris give me the keys to drive the car. He didn't want me to and wasn't happy about riding shotgun. It was silver, by the way. The car. I dunno why I think that's significant. It probably isn't. I don't know what make or model of car it was. Only that it was silver.
And as we drove away from the cabin I nearly ran over a monkey....and a boxer. Boxer as in the breed of dog.
Then I woke up.
What the fucking fuck was I smoking before going to sleep last night?