What's On My Brain
Oct. 28th, 2006 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kiralamouseTwo nights ago, I had a dream. I meant to get on and record it immediately, because it concerns at least one person on my friends list; Life intervened. But for your pleasure, a slice of my life, presented two days after the fact.
I woke to find myself stretched out on the production table at work, trying to catch a few winks with some padded-up clothes and a spare blanket. The production table is an unforgiving chunk of cold, rickety metal around which my life revolves. Still, I've found worse places to sleep on college trips. But the video I'd been watching just before I fell asleep must have been on my mind, because I was thinking about all the stupid stuff actors must get asked on a regular basis. So I called up Gary Oldman's FAQ hotline, thinking what a great thing it was for an actor to have something like this, only something got switched and I got the actor himself there. At least, that's what I thought until I realized it was another actor entirely, and there was absolutely no question who I had to call. Because this was our beloved Tenth Doctor, David Tennant, and as soon as I'd called the friend in question I was treated to a snogfest between the two. (And now I also knew why I thought I'd talked to Gary Oldman; it had been Sirius Black himself, combined with the Doctor, all for this friend's pleasure.) Then she had the temerity to be angry with me for jeopardizing the relationship she's been building with - is it an official boyfriend yet? I don't know. But hey, after work and keeping up with my fan stuff, I don't have as much time as I'd like to keep up with friends. Anyway, then I woke up.
Considering that I've seen her in the flesh only twice, the visual on this friend was really strong, too.
I know she probably would prefer to be having this dream herself, but I thought she (and those who know who she is) would appreciate the joke. :) And when I saw Slash on a commercial last night, well, it was a dead giveaway. If it hadn't been for her, I'd've been sitting there wondering why a weird guy in a top hat was on my TV set hawking speakers. So, in conclusion: QUIT STALKING ME.
Thank you.
I woke to find myself stretched out on the production table at work, trying to catch a few winks with some padded-up clothes and a spare blanket. The production table is an unforgiving chunk of cold, rickety metal around which my life revolves. Still, I've found worse places to sleep on college trips. But the video I'd been watching just before I fell asleep must have been on my mind, because I was thinking about all the stupid stuff actors must get asked on a regular basis. So I called up Gary Oldman's FAQ hotline, thinking what a great thing it was for an actor to have something like this, only something got switched and I got the actor himself there. At least, that's what I thought until I realized it was another actor entirely, and there was absolutely no question who I had to call. Because this was our beloved Tenth Doctor, David Tennant, and as soon as I'd called the friend in question I was treated to a snogfest between the two. (And now I also knew why I thought I'd talked to Gary Oldman; it had been Sirius Black himself, combined with the Doctor, all for this friend's pleasure.) Then she had the temerity to be angry with me for jeopardizing the relationship she's been building with - is it an official boyfriend yet? I don't know. But hey, after work and keeping up with my fan stuff, I don't have as much time as I'd like to keep up with friends. Anyway, then I woke up.
Considering that I've seen her in the flesh only twice, the visual on this friend was really strong, too.
I know she probably would prefer to be having this dream herself, but I thought she (and those who know who she is) would appreciate the joke. :) And when I saw Slash on a commercial last night, well, it was a dead giveaway. If it hadn't been for her, I'd've been sitting there wondering why a weird guy in a top hat was on my TV set hawking speakers. So, in conclusion: QUIT STALKING ME.
Thank you.
