There were four of "us" girls, one was apparently ATL's roommate from That School on the other side of town, though I called her ATL, and I didn't know the other two at all, but they were best friends. There were two guys, one was Michael Shanks, the other occasionally bore a resemblance to Jeffrey Donovan (from Burn Notice and another hot guy who could easily go on my list:
But I'm not sure or I would have been far more torn between the two than I was, and I was definitely in the Michael Shanks camp. We were in an apartment at a college somewhere and the two girls I didn't know were vying for the affections of the two guys. My "friend" and I spent most of our time as observers of the drama between the other four. Each girl got herself engaged to the other girl's preferred guy - and the guys wore the engagement rings which I thought was weird in my dream though everyone else figured it was normal - and spent their time trying to make them jealous enough over it to declare a truce. There was a third guy, a disreputable individual I didn't know, watching the whole tableau from a mezzanine in the apartment. When I went into the kitchen he was there too, watching, but when I went to sit on the toilet - also in the kitchen, don't ask me why - I yelled at him and he ran away. After what seemed like a long time, Michael Shanks got bored with the games and laid down on the couch. I figured this was my chance to at least talk to him without the others around and just as I sat next to him, ready to run my fingers through his hair - rather forward of me for a first encounter - I woke up.
Tiniest bit annoyed at my brain for ruining what could have been an excellent dream.
This is me, dreaming as oddly as ever.
2 comments:
Wow...yeah, I would've been irritated for that dream going that direction...
You get michael shanks - I want the Burn Notice dude!! Stupid brain messing with hot guy action...
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