Return of the fandom dream
Feb. 1st, 2010 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perpetual_motionThis was a weird one!
Before I get into the dream, you need to know something: I have seen exactly 1/2 of an episode of "Fringe," which really does make this dream a weird one.
So, basically, I was a badass action chick working with Joshua Jackson's character from "Fringe." Which would be super-cool if I'd seen more of "Fringe" than previously mentioned, but I haven't, so all completely out-of-character traits are entirely the fault of my weird brain.
So, I was a badass action chick, and we were on a helicarrier not unlike that of S.H.I.E.L.D., and one of the guys in the unit had gone bugfuck and needed to be taken down.
I storm into a room with a fantastic big-fucking-gun, yell at Joshua Jackson (I don't know his character name from "Fringe," so he's Joshua Jackson) to grab a gun and come along because I need someone who can shoot straight, and then we're running down the halls of this giant helicarrier looking for Mr. Bugfuck.
By the way, for some reason, I was calling Joshua Jackson "Gunny." Even in my dream I knew this was weird.
So, we're running down the halls, and I'm barking orders, and some squirelly guy runs by me; turns out he's working with Mr. Bugfuck and wants to warn him, so I have to charge after him and knock him over and stop him.
Well, Mr. Bugfuck gets hold of me and marches me into a room that's been set up to put me on trial for something I don't remember, and he put me behind some woman I knew. Wanting to cause a distraction to give Joshua Jackson a chance to get a shot off, I pick up a chair to whack the chick in front of me.
She turns around and stops me before I can whale on her. Mr. Bugfuck throws me in cuffs, picks me up, and slams me against a wall. He's threatening me; I'm yelling at Joshua Jackson to take a headshot, and I realize Mr. Bugfuck is standing completely unprotected. I consider kicking him in the junk and decide it's too much of a stereotype (yes, really), so I dead leg him by kicking him with the heel of my foot on the inside of his thigh.
He swears, drops me, and Joshua Jackson shoots him once in the shoulder and once in each thigh.
Fast forward to the epilogue scene, and I'm in my quarters with an ice pack on my shoulder. My shoulder is black and blue from my landing, but I'm otherwise okay. Joshua Jackson shows up, tells me he's had a thing for me for a while, and we mack.
The End
Again, I have seen 1/2 an episode of "Fringe," so the complete lack of resemblance to that show or Joshua Jackson's character (who may, in fact, be a badass) is completely because this dream was totally weird but AWESOME.
Before I get into the dream, you need to know something: I have seen exactly 1/2 of an episode of "Fringe," which really does make this dream a weird one.
So, basically, I was a badass action chick working with Joshua Jackson's character from "Fringe." Which would be super-cool if I'd seen more of "Fringe" than previously mentioned, but I haven't, so all completely out-of-character traits are entirely the fault of my weird brain.
So, I was a badass action chick, and we were on a helicarrier not unlike that of S.H.I.E.L.D., and one of the guys in the unit had gone bugfuck and needed to be taken down.
I storm into a room with a fantastic big-fucking-gun, yell at Joshua Jackson (I don't know his character name from "Fringe," so he's Joshua Jackson) to grab a gun and come along because I need someone who can shoot straight, and then we're running down the halls of this giant helicarrier looking for Mr. Bugfuck.
By the way, for some reason, I was calling Joshua Jackson "Gunny." Even in my dream I knew this was weird.
So, we're running down the halls, and I'm barking orders, and some squirelly guy runs by me; turns out he's working with Mr. Bugfuck and wants to warn him, so I have to charge after him and knock him over and stop him.
Well, Mr. Bugfuck gets hold of me and marches me into a room that's been set up to put me on trial for something I don't remember, and he put me behind some woman I knew. Wanting to cause a distraction to give Joshua Jackson a chance to get a shot off, I pick up a chair to whack the chick in front of me.
She turns around and stops me before I can whale on her. Mr. Bugfuck throws me in cuffs, picks me up, and slams me against a wall. He's threatening me; I'm yelling at Joshua Jackson to take a headshot, and I realize Mr. Bugfuck is standing completely unprotected. I consider kicking him in the junk and decide it's too much of a stereotype (yes, really), so I dead leg him by kicking him with the heel of my foot on the inside of his thigh.
He swears, drops me, and Joshua Jackson shoots him once in the shoulder and once in each thigh.
Fast forward to the epilogue scene, and I'm in my quarters with an ice pack on my shoulder. My shoulder is black and blue from my landing, but I'm otherwise okay. Joshua Jackson shows up, tells me he's had a thing for me for a while, and we mack.
The End
Again, I have seen 1/2 an episode of "Fringe," so the complete lack of resemblance to that show or Joshua Jackson's character (who may, in fact, be a badass) is completely because this dream was totally weird but AWESOME.
