My subconscious, I don't even know.
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ryuutchi, I got your Valentine- it was shiny! Thank you so much!
So Dustin didn't come home last night, which means I got a long lovely night of very hard, very deep sleep. So Dustin and I are in this huge sex toy/porn shop. With this really weird vibe like a cross between a Costco-esque warehouse and an open-air bazaar, but that's neither here nor there. I get the vague dream-impression that he was his idea, like he was trying to make me happy. Except then he gets all awkward and embarrassed and wants to leave, but I'm all "Ooh! Shiny!" because there was some awesome stuff there and I wanted to try it, and then he gets threatened and sort of storms out.
Which was okay, because I turn around and there's Gareth David-Lloyd. And he's cute and tall and lean and Welsh-accented and wearing those super sexy jeans from Countrycide (confession: I prefer Ianto in jeans. I know, I am a BAD FAN) and flirting with me.
And he picks up this little vibrator from a case, except then you look closer and it's actually one of the rock-crabs from Pirates of the Caribbean. And it makes this little rattley squeakey noises and crawls all over the display cases and it’s adorable and we’re both cooing over it.
Except then a couple more show up, and Gareth picks up one of them and kind of cracks it open and then we’re talking about how much we both love crab legs, and before I know it we’re both eating the meat out of the inside of the little crabs, except it’s not meat but all these little gears and springs because the crabs are actually mechanical, but it’s delicious. And there’s a little bit of grease dripping down his chin, so of course I lick it up. Then John Barrowman wanders by and there is this TOTAL WISH FULFILLMENT threesome (with lube and assorted toys easy to hand!). Yum.
Except for some reason I’m utterly convinced that John Barrowman is Canadian (even though I know he’s Scottish). And then suddenly there's a moose standing in the middle of the shop. Yes. Moose. Apparently, they follow Canadians around?
And then I woke up. MY SUBCONSCIOUS, I tell you. I have NO IDEA what to do with that level of absurdity.
(Random note: In the dream, both of them were as tall as me and I was surprised because I thought they were both about 5'10", 5'11" at most. Except then I woke up and checked IMDB and they both actually are 6'. I guess my subconscious is better at estimating height than my conscious. I find them both that much hotter now.)
The only part of that dream with an obvious meaning is the beginning, with Dustin. Except that's unhelpful, because believe me, I KNEW all that already. *sigh*
ryuutchi, I got your Valentine- it was shiny! Thank you so much!So Dustin didn't come home last night, which means I got a long lovely night of very hard, very deep sleep. So Dustin and I are in this huge sex toy/porn shop. With this really weird vibe like a cross between a Costco-esque warehouse and an open-air bazaar, but that's neither here nor there. I get the vague dream-impression that he was his idea, like he was trying to make me happy. Except then he gets all awkward and embarrassed and wants to leave, but I'm all "Ooh! Shiny!" because there was some awesome stuff there and I wanted to try it, and then he gets threatened and sort of storms out.
Which was okay, because I turn around and there's Gareth David-Lloyd. And he's cute and tall and lean and Welsh-accented and wearing those super sexy jeans from Countrycide (confession: I prefer Ianto in jeans. I know, I am a BAD FAN) and flirting with me.
And he picks up this little vibrator from a case, except then you look closer and it's actually one of the rock-crabs from Pirates of the Caribbean. And it makes this little rattley squeakey noises and crawls all over the display cases and it’s adorable and we’re both cooing over it.
Except then a couple more show up, and Gareth picks up one of them and kind of cracks it open and then we’re talking about how much we both love crab legs, and before I know it we’re both eating the meat out of the inside of the little crabs, except it’s not meat but all these little gears and springs because the crabs are actually mechanical, but it’s delicious. And there’s a little bit of grease dripping down his chin, so of course I lick it up. Then John Barrowman wanders by and there is this TOTAL WISH FULFILLMENT threesome (with lube and assorted toys easy to hand!). Yum.
Except for some reason I’m utterly convinced that John Barrowman is Canadian (even though I know he’s Scottish). And then suddenly there's a moose standing in the middle of the shop. Yes. Moose. Apparently, they follow Canadians around?
And then I woke up. MY SUBCONSCIOUS, I tell you. I have NO IDEA what to do with that level of absurdity.
(Random note: In the dream, both of them were as tall as me and I was surprised because I thought they were both about 5'10", 5'11" at most. Except then I woke up and checked IMDB and they both actually are 6'. I guess my subconscious is better at estimating height than my conscious. I find them both that much hotter now.)
The only part of that dream with an obvious meaning is the beginning, with Dustin. Except that's unhelpful, because believe me, I KNEW all that already. *sigh*
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Date: 2008-02-27 07:56 pm (UTC)