Sunday, October 12, 2008

I ended up reading quite a lot last night, and eating more with still no bad side effects (yay!). I slept well. I had several interesting dreams, but the one I remember the most clearly, is one that was kind of central to the others, involving me having a HUGE birthday party. We were living in Ann Arbor, but we were living in the same building as the U of M library. Now, this isn't the same location in reality that it is in my dreams; in my dreams it's always around Hill Auditorium, and 20 times as large as any building ever could be! The rooms that made up our home were decorated like my bedroom, but all of the artwork was my own. Famous people were at the party, and there were many fictional characters there, like the Torchwood team. I was all hot for Ianto, but the feeling didn't seem mutual at first. Later I had to go outside for something. It was cold and snowing, and to get back in I had to climb this odd rickety ladder. Jared Leto was climbing up bedhind me and he looked rather homeless, indeed he stole my shoes on the ladder and got away with them. I didn't chase him because I figured I could get more shoes inside, only the little hatch wouldn't open if you didn't have shoes. I had to try several other outragious ways to get in, while realizing that the party for me was continuing without me and no one was noticing, and after overhearing a few conversations, that many of the people that were there, weren't even aware of who I was. It was all very dramatic. lol. There was a bit of sex too. When I finally made it back to the party it was all winding down and I was walking my grandparents and the Torchwood guys to the parking garage. Ianto was nowhere to be seen, having hooked up with another guy... I was sad. I later had another dream in which he came back to me, and hadn't hooked up with another guy at all, but had been searching for me - and what a kiss. :-0)

It was kind of like the above kiss between Ianto & Jack in the Torchwood episode "To the Last Man"...only hotter.

This dream came almost exactly 10 years after the death of Matthew Shepard. It's crazy that it's been that long. I still remember reading about it in a newspaper at Denny's. I remember reacting to it in poetry, and talking about it with family and friends; I remember Mollie reading one particular poem and exclaiming about it.

So yeah. I slept well. And now I'm awake. I still haven't seen last weeks Desperate Housewives, Brothers and Sisters, or Heroes. Heroes I can watch on Hulu. The other 2 shows I can watch on ABC.Com. But unless I find copies for Mollie I won't be able to send them to her. Of course my computer won't even do that for her now anyways, but I was hoping that would be fixed sometime soon. Erg.

I don't have any plans today. I may go for another walk. I want to read more. And eat. And watch some of my shows. But beyond that I have nothing.

   posted by Bald Jason at 09:17 AM
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