nekare

Last night I dreamt that I was watching (living?) the Ponds' last episode, right after a dream about having a temper tantrum because I wanted chocolate chip waffles, goddamnit, and my diet doesn't allow it.

Anyway, so there was no plot to speak of, Will Smith was there (???) and Eleventy made a child's bedroom become a planteraium/lighted floating model of the universe, which was ace. And then the villain of the week (the evil-er twin of the queen/thingy from Vampires of Venice) gave a rousing speech about all the ways in which Rory was the best thing ever since sliced bread and I started weeping. Then I went like 'WAIT, did I somehow miss the bit with the rousing speech about all the ways in Amy is the best thing ever since sliced bread?' and I rewinded the episode (lol) and indeed it was missing and then I got mad.

Because damn it, but all I want from Series 7 is being shown just how amazing Amy is, and have her have the happiest life she and Rory can probably have. I HAVE SPOKEN, SHOW.

Last night I dreamt that I was Charles (as in, Xavier, Charles Francis) and he had a very rickety and tiny flat at the top of a building and Erik was his BFF but he secretly ~pined for him~ and he had a little boozy party that included his weird new neighbors, and then at night the world went all light and comets came down and there was a giant weird light sign on the sea that was a portent of the end to come. No one seemed to find this all that strange. Erik slept over next to him in his tiny bed by his tiny kitchen (?) by his tiny sink and he barely had to get out of bed to make a cup of tea. And then for some reason he had some kind of clotted cream on his lips and Erik said something from the bed all sleepy and rumpled and for some reason he just leaned in and kissed him, with the excuse to let him try the cream but then Erik immediately started kissing back frantically and it all got out of control really fast from there. It was morning and the light was soft and there were light blue curtains on the window and the bed was warm and Erik was even warmer.

And then I also dreamt with Merlin and Arthur and they were in a cave but that's a bit hazy.

This might have to do with the fact that I stayed up last night to keep on reading a Erik-is-a-shark-AU.

My brain, I swear. The minute dream recording technology becomes available, I'm so there.