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I had a dream last night that Morena Baccarin called me on the phone.
It was cute and strange. First off I love that in my dream we were on a first name basis for some reason, she was all like "It's Morena" and I was silent for a moment and then was like "Oh ... oh, omg how are you?" like Inara Serra calling me was a perfectly ordinary occurance. Don't you love dreams?
We proceeded to talk for a while, and she laughed prettyily occassionally and then I said I'd see her in Septemeber at the Toronto comic convention and we said goodbye.
Then I proceeded to grab my cellphone to call everyone I'd ever met to tell them that Morena fucking Baccarin had called me but I couldn't get it to work. Then inside of using the house line I tried to scroll through my caller ID to find her number to like prove that she had called but instead I got some weird phone video of a few old friends of mine drunk off their asses in some castle that was also a bar in Europe. Curses! After that it turned into a battle between me and my phone cause I wanted more Morena and not my drunken friends. *le sigh*
Ahhh Morena Baccarin ... I never realized how much I dug your voice before.
Then I had some dream about some sort of table decorating contest and drink tasting. But we had to bribe the judges with lots of cash and a nice card for some reason, and I was freaking out cause I wasn't sure if my card seemed like it was a Christmas card. Then we drank the drink that was for the judges for some reason and had to run down to the hotel gift shop to get another (apparently we were at a hotel). Then I wanted to pick wine or some sort of neat peanut liquer but Lara Flynn Boyle looking like Donna from Twin Peak, insisted on getting some kind of stupid drink so I was mad and put a bottle of wine down my pants.
The unconcious is a strange and wonderful place ...
It was cute and strange. First off I love that in my dream we were on a first name basis for some reason, she was all like "It's Morena" and I was silent for a moment and then was like "Oh ... oh, omg how are you?" like Inara Serra calling me was a perfectly ordinary occurance. Don't you love dreams?
We proceeded to talk for a while, and she laughed prettyily occassionally and then I said I'd see her in Septemeber at the Toronto comic convention and we said goodbye.
Then I proceeded to grab my cellphone to call everyone I'd ever met to tell them that Morena fucking Baccarin had called me but I couldn't get it to work. Then inside of using the house line I tried to scroll through my caller ID to find her number to like prove that she had called but instead I got some weird phone video of a few old friends of mine drunk off their asses in some castle that was also a bar in Europe. Curses! After that it turned into a battle between me and my phone cause I wanted more Morena and not my drunken friends. *le sigh*
Ahhh Morena Baccarin ... I never realized how much I dug your voice before.
Then I had some dream about some sort of table decorating contest and drink tasting. But we had to bribe the judges with lots of cash and a nice card for some reason, and I was freaking out cause I wasn't sure if my card seemed like it was a Christmas card. Then we drank the drink that was for the judges for some reason and had to run down to the hotel gift shop to get another (apparently we were at a hotel). Then I wanted to pick wine or some sort of neat peanut liquer but Lara Flynn Boyle looking like Donna from Twin Peak, insisted on getting some kind of stupid drink so I was mad and put a bottle of wine down my pants.
The unconcious is a strange and wonderful place ...
