I thought Snyder's Nox was kind of a prickly jerk. But I was never sure if that was carryover from my impression of Snyder.

I suppose this is the place to report it -- I had another one of my bizarre multi-fandom dreams. There was an episode of Stargate that was ridiculously like fanfiction, and then there was a Sentinel fanfiction which had actually gotten Maggart to act in it. Jim was sort of drifting town to town, going progressively crazier (in fact, I'm quite sure he was wearing an Elizabethan ruff at one point), while Blair accepted a job offer from, essentially, Anjelica Huston's character in "The Witches". There was a dance number. It was very, very strange.

Man, I never have wacky multifandom dreams with dance numbers.

With a quick-change and a slinky dress, no less.

Although the Stargate part was just lame. I was sitting there thinking (okay, lying there thinking), "Who wrote this crap? This is like really freaking bad fanfic!" Which I guess means I've read too much bad fanfic. I was embarrassed to be watching it! Which means, actually, that I'm even more embarrassed to realize I came up with it!

Can somebody please televise Emily's dreams? They sound far more fascinating than 90% of what's on TV these days.

No, it was really awful. Like, Stargate got crossed with the plot of Love Potion No. 9. Although it was kind of funny to watch Daniel try to explain that he'd ordered a hamburger and the counterperson had given him two bun-tops with lettuce and tomato but no actual burger... without speaking.

Plus, I had bangs.

Bangs... oh.

Well, as long as it wasn't a mullet I guess. But still it sounds like an interesting dream, but then I always liked the weird ones. Wish I could remember more of them.

Let me recommend Wellbutrin! For weeks after I started taking it, I was remembering all my freaky dreams! The one with the party of ex-boyfriends, where everyone stood on chairs and I was later eaten by a lion; the Incredibly Symbolic one about a kitchen which had cookie dough in the drawers; the one where Ray Kowalski's father was my super...

They weren't bad bangs. I just remember thinking, "How is it that I can have bangs when I never get around to getting a haircut? Why aren't they in my eyes?" Then again, I also seemed to have had some frosting done.

Ooh, I *did* have all sorts of wacky dreams when I was on Zoloft, come to think of it, though they weren't usually fannish. I kind of miss them. (The other side effects not so much...)

No, it was really awful. Like, Stargate got crossed with the plot of Love Potion No. 9. Although it was kind of funny to watch Daniel try to explain that he'd ordered a hamburger and the counterperson had given him two bun-tops with lettuce and tomato but no actual burger... without speaking.

Er. Yeah. So, hamburger charades, then?

Well, he was in a McDonald's already, so the "hamburger" hand motion was easier to convey than you might think. The "top half of hamburger, twice, bottom half, zero" was quite a bit more difficult.