Ooh. Just now remembering that I had a really intense dream last night that I was having an affair with someone. Someone I've slept with before, but not when there was any other relationship on either side.

ETA, there's no other person in the picture now either, AFAIK.

Also I got another tattoo.

I like what they've done with Rory post-Dean. I suppose that they had to go through Dean to get where they are now.

Also, it did make the Lorelai/Rory relationship a little bit more real -- as Rory suddenly finds out what her Mom's limits are.

I had a dream I had an affair with a friend's husband (I can't stand him, so not even). The main part of the dream was actually the fallout. Everybody hated me and were really mean.

See, mine was all about the running around and the hiding and was all intense and, um, good. Which is kind of weirding me out a little. Good thing the man in question recently moved to Seattle.

Yeah, adultery dreams can leave me blue all day.

My last dream, I was attacked by aquatic creatures while I was working as a spy in a mall.

My son got pecked by a goose yesterday. He is okay, but I suspect he might not be saying "Hi goose! I want hug you!" as much.

My son got pecked by a goose yesterday. He is okay, but I suspect he might not be saying "Hi goose! I want hug you!" as much.

That made me laugh.

So at least some good came of it....

Yeah, adultery dreams can leave me blue all day.

I woke up crying from the one about my friend's husband.

I think I've only had one or two where I've been cheating with someone else. The one's I have where Mr. H is, or where he's just cruel or indifferent, I wake up still upset with him which is dumb.

Edited to move "crying" because although I'd love to have a dream where he was crying, preferrably because of something my friend or one of us did, that is not the dream I had.

Teacup Guy just left for work. He was feeling awful today, poor thing. ION, I am not in Ohio today surrounded by buffistas. This is sad making.

Raquel, Mal is too.damn.cute!

I dreamed aliens were taking our children away to raise them to adolescence and then eat them. They had brochures. Glossy color brochures. Depicting some kind of lovely fifties Americana but with extra quality time, where every Sunday there was a picnic in the backyard. Of course, in the living room there was a timekeeper thing which showed how long each child had until grisly death, but the aliens seemed convinced that that wouldn't matter as much as the rest of it.

Not that we had a choice; just that the aliens wanted us to understand that things weren't all that bad, because -- look! Glossy color brochure with smiling family!