DREAM: "Hey Misha-"
The crack-dreams returneth! :-P
The one where I cannot express casual appreciation for Misha Collins' work because bad things keep happening. Also, apparently I watch too many movies.
I dreamt I had worked for a long time with a group of people, as a sort of team, doing some kind of work that was boring and routine. We were all out together for a kind of pre-work brunch thing at some restaurant when I realized one of the people I'd worked with for years was Misha Collins. (well, I'd already known he was Misha Collins since I'd been working with him for years in the dream, but it just then occurred to me that he was the same Misha Collins)
No one else in the group knew he was an actor, and I was trying to figure out a way to tell him how much I was enjoying his work as Castiel on Supernatural without making it weird or awkward in case he was deliberately hiding being an actor so people wouldn't be freaky at him. And it wasn't like a burning stalkery need to gush endlessly or anything, just wanted to casually say I liked his work, and that was all. I was about to say something when the crack attack started.
First it was a relatively normal screaming horde of fans for some rock group taking over the restaurant. Our work brunch group scrambled out of the way and had to hide in the kitchen in a walk-in freezer that wasn't working.
Then while we were in the freezer I started to say "Hey Misha, I like your work on Supernatural." Got as far as "Hey Misha-" when there was a zombie attack. There was a seven-foot tall zombie who looked like the security commander guy who ran the big claw machine in "Planet of the Ood" (Doctor Who) and who was somehow also a close relative of Misha's, but you know, zombie. I distracted the zombie so everyone could run away, and I think I might have died, as that seemed to be a big part of the 'distract the zombie' plan, but I didn't really notice.
Found the group again, they were trying to get away from the city which was now apparently taken over by zombies, and were on foot walking along a very lovely, sunny lakeside path with lots of trees. I caught up and re-joined the group and was about to try to tell Misha I liked his work because in my dreams I'm an idiot apparently who does not make logical cause and effect connections. So then tentacles fly out of the lake and start grabbing people like it's the gates of the Mines of Moria. And suddenly it is. Of course.
Fight off the tentacle monster, get everyone shuffled off into Moria. We ramble around through the tunnels and stuff for a bit. and get to that great hall place with all the tall columns. My co-workers are all walking along, nattering about what a mine full of dead dwarves means to the price of gas and I'm kind of trailing behind.
So. Moria. Orcs, Cave Trolls, a Balrog... Obviously not a safe location to invite an attack by something, right? But my subconscious is still bound and determined to tell Misha Collins I like his work. And of course, as usual, I catch up to the group and get as far as "Hey Misha-" when something attacks.
A giraffe stampede.
Right through that big main hall of Moria. Hundreds and thousands of stampeding giraffes. Because that's totally logical.
We all run and I try to slow down the giraffes by stringing trip wires but that just makes things worse because the giraffes all trip over each other but accrete into a giant rolling ball of giraffes like Indiana Jones (the ball, not it being made of giraffes). The giant ball of giraffes starts taking out the support columns of the Moria great hall thing which starts to collapse. We all run out into the mountains and Moria collapses behind us, basically taking out most of the mountain range as the peaks fall in to the gaping pit where Moria used to be. This is why my subconscious cannot have nice things.
We figure it's safe for a half second but the giant giraffe ball blasts out of the mine before it's done collapsing and starts chasing us (zigzagging to follow us in a conscious manner) down the mountain, which turns into a jungle. We're all running through the jungle and run up a hill so the ball follows us, goes flying into the air and crashes into the center of the jungle, releasing all the giraffes who subsequently just stand around grazing like nothing ever happened.
I try to resist saying anything as we have to figure out how to get back because we're all late for work now, even though the city we work in has been taken over by zombies, we still have to get back and go to work. Typical. We get to the ocean, hack down some trees and build a raft, and are way out in the ocean before I can't resist talking anymore, and say "Hey Misha-"
Yeah. Davy Jones' ship splooshes up from the water and starts firing poisonous, explosive squids at us.
I forget exactly what happened, but it was something about making a squid misfire that set off a chain reaction in all the squids and squid-like creatures on the planet, which kind of, somehow, um... cracked the planet apart. *koff* Oops.
So the group of us were sent flying off into space on a chunk of the planet that still managed to be a sunny tropical island with air and suchlike. While everyone's kind of stunned about the whole planet blowing up thing, and looking around at all the other chunks of the Earth flying by (which all seem to have an atmosphere and be tropical islands), I sneak off and hide in a rum smuggler's storage hole that happens to be on the island so I might be able to not say anything, because what the hell else might happen? Also, I kind of feeling guilty about unintentionally destroying the Earth. So, I hide.
I stay as hidden in the dark as I can and after many unsuccessful attempts to knock myself out by bashing myself over the head with bottles of rum which turn out to be made of rubber, I sit in a corner and keep both hands clamped over my mouth so I don't say anything at all.
After a long while, might have been a day or two even though the sun never went down, my co-workers get bored and start searching the island for me. And of course someone finds me hiding in the dark.
And of course it's Misha.
And of course I can't resist and say "Hey Misha-"
Aaaand then I woke up.
JEEZ! *facepalm*
Sooooo, if by some bizarre random chance (or mysterious act of Google) Misha Collins or some friend of his EVER runs across this: Hey, Misha, I like your work. And I hope that saying that doesn't get you attacked by zombies. :-P
The one where I cannot express casual appreciation for Misha Collins' work because bad things keep happening. Also, apparently I watch too many movies.
I dreamt I had worked for a long time with a group of people, as a sort of team, doing some kind of work that was boring and routine. We were all out together for a kind of pre-work brunch thing at some restaurant when I realized one of the people I'd worked with for years was Misha Collins. (well, I'd already known he was Misha Collins since I'd been working with him for years in the dream, but it just then occurred to me that he was the same Misha Collins)
No one else in the group knew he was an actor, and I was trying to figure out a way to tell him how much I was enjoying his work as Castiel on Supernatural without making it weird or awkward in case he was deliberately hiding being an actor so people wouldn't be freaky at him. And it wasn't like a burning stalkery need to gush endlessly or anything, just wanted to casually say I liked his work, and that was all. I was about to say something when the crack attack started.
First it was a relatively normal screaming horde of fans for some rock group taking over the restaurant. Our work brunch group scrambled out of the way and had to hide in the kitchen in a walk-in freezer that wasn't working.
Then while we were in the freezer I started to say "Hey Misha, I like your work on Supernatural." Got as far as "Hey Misha-" when there was a zombie attack. There was a seven-foot tall zombie who looked like the security commander guy who ran the big claw machine in "Planet of the Ood" (Doctor Who) and who was somehow also a close relative of Misha's, but you know, zombie. I distracted the zombie so everyone could run away, and I think I might have died, as that seemed to be a big part of the 'distract the zombie' plan, but I didn't really notice.
Found the group again, they were trying to get away from the city which was now apparently taken over by zombies, and were on foot walking along a very lovely, sunny lakeside path with lots of trees. I caught up and re-joined the group and was about to try to tell Misha I liked his work because in my dreams I'm an idiot apparently who does not make logical cause and effect connections. So then tentacles fly out of the lake and start grabbing people like it's the gates of the Mines of Moria. And suddenly it is. Of course.
Fight off the tentacle monster, get everyone shuffled off into Moria. We ramble around through the tunnels and stuff for a bit. and get to that great hall place with all the tall columns. My co-workers are all walking along, nattering about what a mine full of dead dwarves means to the price of gas and I'm kind of trailing behind.
So. Moria. Orcs, Cave Trolls, a Balrog... Obviously not a safe location to invite an attack by something, right? But my subconscious is still bound and determined to tell Misha Collins I like his work. And of course, as usual, I catch up to the group and get as far as "Hey Misha-" when something attacks.
A giraffe stampede.
Right through that big main hall of Moria. Hundreds and thousands of stampeding giraffes. Because that's totally logical.
We all run and I try to slow down the giraffes by stringing trip wires but that just makes things worse because the giraffes all trip over each other but accrete into a giant rolling ball of giraffes like Indiana Jones (the ball, not it being made of giraffes). The giant ball of giraffes starts taking out the support columns of the Moria great hall thing which starts to collapse. We all run out into the mountains and Moria collapses behind us, basically taking out most of the mountain range as the peaks fall in to the gaping pit where Moria used to be. This is why my subconscious cannot have nice things.
We figure it's safe for a half second but the giant giraffe ball blasts out of the mine before it's done collapsing and starts chasing us (zigzagging to follow us in a conscious manner) down the mountain, which turns into a jungle. We're all running through the jungle and run up a hill so the ball follows us, goes flying into the air and crashes into the center of the jungle, releasing all the giraffes who subsequently just stand around grazing like nothing ever happened.
I try to resist saying anything as we have to figure out how to get back because we're all late for work now, even though the city we work in has been taken over by zombies, we still have to get back and go to work. Typical. We get to the ocean, hack down some trees and build a raft, and are way out in the ocean before I can't resist talking anymore, and say "Hey Misha-"
Yeah. Davy Jones' ship splooshes up from the water and starts firing poisonous, explosive squids at us.
I forget exactly what happened, but it was something about making a squid misfire that set off a chain reaction in all the squids and squid-like creatures on the planet, which kind of, somehow, um... cracked the planet apart. *koff* Oops.
So the group of us were sent flying off into space on a chunk of the planet that still managed to be a sunny tropical island with air and suchlike. While everyone's kind of stunned about the whole planet blowing up thing, and looking around at all the other chunks of the Earth flying by (which all seem to have an atmosphere and be tropical islands), I sneak off and hide in a rum smuggler's storage hole that happens to be on the island so I might be able to not say anything, because what the hell else might happen? Also, I kind of feeling guilty about unintentionally destroying the Earth. So, I hide.
I stay as hidden in the dark as I can and after many unsuccessful attempts to knock myself out by bashing myself over the head with bottles of rum which turn out to be made of rubber, I sit in a corner and keep both hands clamped over my mouth so I don't say anything at all.
After a long while, might have been a day or two even though the sun never went down, my co-workers get bored and start searching the island for me. And of course someone finds me hiding in the dark.
And of course it's Misha.
And of course I can't resist and say "Hey Misha-"
Aaaand then I woke up.
JEEZ! *facepalm*
Sooooo, if by some bizarre random chance (or mysterious act of Google) Misha Collins or some friend of his EVER runs across this: Hey, Misha, I like your work. And I hope that saying that doesn't get you attacked by zombies. :-P