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Thunderstorm just woke me up. An extremely loud one that had all the dogs barking. Now I'm up and too hungry to fall asleep, but I can't eat for at least a half hour because I just took my thyroid med. *sigh*
Before I woke I was having a pretty interesting, though unhappy dream. I was Dean (yes, was Dean, not just dreaming of him) and it was during the time Sam was at Stanford. I was doing a solo hunt that took place in the country--a lot of fields and farm houses. There was a scene where I was flirting with a young, single mom who was living with her brother, and the whole time I just felt really terrible, because what I was hunting turned out to be the kid--who'd transformed into something or whatever. Dream was kinda fuzzy on that. Anyway, I was stalling on killing the kid, because he kept reminding me of Sam hen he was little.
It was a really depressing dream. I mean, it was all in muted colors and my (Dean's) thoughts were constantly on Sam and John, and there was just a sense of restlessness and discontent throughout.
So yeah, it was kinda a good thing the storm woke me up. As much as I love Dean as a character, and love to get in his head space when watching/reading/writing Supernatural, channeling him in my dreams isn't so much fun.
Before I woke I was having a pretty interesting, though unhappy dream. I was Dean (yes, was Dean, not just dreaming of him) and it was during the time Sam was at Stanford. I was doing a solo hunt that took place in the country--a lot of fields and farm houses. There was a scene where I was flirting with a young, single mom who was living with her brother, and the whole time I just felt really terrible, because what I was hunting turned out to be the kid--who'd transformed into something or whatever. Dream was kinda fuzzy on that. Anyway, I was stalling on killing the kid, because he kept reminding me of Sam hen he was little.
It was a really depressing dream. I mean, it was all in muted colors and my (Dean's) thoughts were constantly on Sam and John, and there was just a sense of restlessness and discontent throughout.
So yeah, it was kinda a good thing the storm woke me up. As much as I love Dean as a character, and love to get in his head space when watching/reading/writing Supernatural, channeling him in my dreams isn't so much fun.
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