Oh, my dreams.
Jun. 7th, 2005 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perpetual_motionI keep having "House"-related dreams.
In the first, we were apparently marine biologists or something because I had to tell House that I need to change into a bikini. To which he replied:
"All right, but I want to see the thing signed when you get back."
For the record, not talking about the bikini, talking about the bikini line. I don't know why he wanted it signed, but he has always struck me as a kinky bastard. He also insisted that I show him the signature when I got back. Oh, yeah, like I'm gonna turn down *House*. It did make me wonder [when I was awake] who would sign off on a bikini line. Do I need one of those bikini inspectors?
And then, last night, I was Mary Sue, or something like it. I was with the Ducklings, and we were all freaking out because we had to consider changing specialties. As we're wandering around the hospital, we ran into House, and he said something incredibly lewd to me before kissing me senseless [for the record: BEST. DREAM. EVER.]. I then had to make apologies to Cameron because she felt very put out that House had put out for me. We ended up in the restroom, wherein I informed her that I was *planning* to tell her, but that House was an inconsiderate bastard who didn't rightly care that I was trying to have some tact.
So, good fannish dreams for me. Not so much for Cameron.
In the first, we were apparently marine biologists or something because I had to tell House that I need to change into a bikini. To which he replied:
"All right, but I want to see the thing signed when you get back."
For the record, not talking about the bikini, talking about the bikini line. I don't know why he wanted it signed, but he has always struck me as a kinky bastard. He also insisted that I show him the signature when I got back. Oh, yeah, like I'm gonna turn down *House*. It did make me wonder [when I was awake] who would sign off on a bikini line. Do I need one of those bikini inspectors?
And then, last night, I was Mary Sue, or something like it. I was with the Ducklings, and we were all freaking out because we had to consider changing specialties. As we're wandering around the hospital, we ran into House, and he said something incredibly lewd to me before kissing me senseless [for the record: BEST. DREAM. EVER.]. I then had to make apologies to Cameron because she felt very put out that House had put out for me. We ended up in the restroom, wherein I informed her that I was *planning* to tell her, but that House was an inconsiderate bastard who didn't rightly care that I was trying to have some tact.
So, good fannish dreams for me. Not so much for Cameron.
