Friday

[nightdog_barks]

Dreamed last night that I watched the Season 8 opener of House. The series had moved to the cable channel Showtime, and House had moved to Australia. Or New Zealand, I'm not sure which (sorry, Aussies and Kiwis on my f-list). Anyway, he had become a bike messenger (as in bicycle, yes, I know) and an artist. He had a girlfriend, although I never saw her, and he gave her a fire opal pendant. Also he sent a painting to Wilson, who was apparently still in New Jersey. And, this being Showtime, there was a full-frontal shot of House's wang. Which, may I say, is a very nice wang. I am not making any of this up; my subconscious was. IDEK, chiclets.

So. Need to go to the grocery store today. I'd much rather go to Australia. Or New Zealand. :-D

Comments

[pwcorgigirl]

Heh. It's not much crazier than what's happened on-screen, so I'd go for it. Plus it's always nice to see *ahem* new scenery. ;-P

[nightdog_barks]

You know, in some ways I was glad I was dreaming I was watching TV, so there was that "level of separation" there. Oy. I read PWP on occasion, but it's been decades since I've watched a real porn film.

[pwcorgigirl]

Same here. And really, I do think most people look better with at least some of their clothes on.

Thanks to the joy of steroids, night before last I dreamed that someone had found a way to turn the rabies virus into anthrax-type mail bombs and I was trapped in the post office with a bunch of postal inspectors. I escaped, but since everyone exposed was contagious, they were after me. So I ran to St. P's and found it had been split in half by a massive fallen tree and there was no place to hide. Oh, brain.