MY DREAMSCAPE IS FANFICTION LAND, I swear. Okay, let's recap some basic facts about my life here:
SO, BRAIN, DO TELL ME WHY I dreamt last night that - no lie - of the following:
The year is some-time-after-the-Election. For reasons that are already slipping my memory, people are being silly. I head down to a junkyard to see pre-November-4th newspaper spreads of Palin getting blown up by some pretty crazy people.
( Suddenly (and I shit you not), the White House Van draws up. )
And then I wake up, and decide that this dream is probably better than fic, if you just search-replace the word "I" in this entry with "Jon" or "Stephen" or "Anderson" or any other persona of choice. Now the question is - to inflict this on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rahmbamarama (I'm looking at you, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evercourant, two_if_by_sea, charlie_d_blue, LOOK WHAT YOU GUYS HAVE DONE TO ME. I can't even WITHDRAW from fandom, it sort of follows me home and asks me to look after it!11!) and accuse them of my ills, or to go book myself a spot in a mental institution, hm...
- I'm not American
- I've been away from serious rahmbamarama stuff for a good long time
SO, BRAIN, DO TELL ME WHY I dreamt last night that - no lie - of the following:
The year is some-time-after-the-Election. For reasons that are already slipping my memory, people are being silly. I head down to a junkyard to see pre-November-4th newspaper spreads of Palin getting blown up by some pretty crazy people.
( Suddenly (and I shit you not), the White House Van draws up. )
And then I wake up, and decide that this dream is probably better than fic, if you just search-replace the word "I" in this entry with "Jon" or "Stephen" or "Anderson" or any other persona of choice. Now the question is - to inflict this on
rahmbamarama (I'm looking at you, evercourant, two_if_by_sea, charlie_d_blue, LOOK WHAT YOU GUYS HAVE DONE TO ME. I can't even WITHDRAW from fandom, it sort of follows me home and asks me to look after it!11!) and accuse them of my ills, or to go book myself a spot in a mental institution, hm...