2009-03-04

shanrocks: (sleepy dean)
2009-03-04 03:33 pm
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Ahem...

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?