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[Dream] Must learn to better time my fan binging...
While waiting for feedback on tasks very last night/very early this morning, I tried to catch up with 
cleolinda's Hannibal recaps, because:
- Hannibal is incredible. Seriously, why are you not watching it?
- Cleolinda's TV/movie recaps are the stuff of Internet legend.
- My schedule is all screwy, and if mushroom people and meat wings won't keep me awake, nothing will.*
As it turns out, mushroom people and meat wings were no match for my wonky schedule, and I dozed off into jewel-toned serial killer dreams oozing with homoeroticism. All things in fandom ooze with homoeroticism. It's damn near fandom's Prime Directive. Plus, cannibal or not, booty-watching and lip-licking and Will Graham-sniffing is going to play a little ooh baby, even without the whole Abigail has two daddies subplot.
In any case, I remember the colors, I remember the ambiance, I remember waking up long enough to slam my hand down on the TV's 'mute' button during some terribly loud commercial. What I don't remember? The dreams.
Not fair, brain. Not fair.
The telephone finally woke me up, and I opened my eyes to Julianne Moore on Rachael Ray, because sometimes, life is just damned funny.
* Except maybe Slenderman, but that's a contingency best saved for when I never, ever want to sleep again.
cleolinda's Hannibal recaps, because:- Hannibal is incredible. Seriously, why are you not watching it?
- Cleolinda's TV/movie recaps are the stuff of Internet legend.
- My schedule is all screwy, and if mushroom people and meat wings won't keep me awake, nothing will.*
As it turns out, mushroom people and meat wings were no match for my wonky schedule, and I dozed off into jewel-toned serial killer dreams oozing with homoeroticism. All things in fandom ooze with homoeroticism. It's damn near fandom's Prime Directive. Plus, cannibal or not, booty-watching and lip-licking and Will Graham-sniffing is going to play a little ooh baby, even without the whole Abigail has two daddies subplot.
In any case, I remember the colors, I remember the ambiance, I remember waking up long enough to slam my hand down on the TV's 'mute' button during some terribly loud commercial. What I don't remember? The dreams.
Not fair, brain. Not fair.
The telephone finally woke me up, and I opened my eyes to Julianne Moore on Rachael Ray, because sometimes, life is just damned funny.
* Except maybe Slenderman, but that's a contingency best saved for when I never, ever want to sleep again.