I fell asleep watching an episode of Supernatural, so of course I dreamed of Dean and Sam and some weird curse (think Pirates of the Caribbean Curse of the Black Pearl) and we were skeletons or zombies or something and we were chasing something through the graveyard. I stopped to catch my breath and Jackles was like, “We’ve gotta keep moving!” and I replied stiff huffing and struggling for air…
“We gotta wrap this up soon and get the cure cuz, I have to meet Gary for coffee at 9am.”
I woke up sweating at five am. I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to meet Gary for coffee at 9. So I set the alarm on my phone and fell back asleep. Sadly, I didn’t return to zombie chasing with the boys, but instead went somewhere between a nightmare about shopping at Nordstrom’s and riding the Max and living in a place where I couldn’t breathe unless I was laughing. Weird.
Thank god I made it to coffee with Gary. It’s always good to catch up with friends. You should check him out. He’s a writer in Portland, and he keeps a regular blog on Myspace. Oh yeah, and he has really cool hats!
And Dom, for your reference here are the links about my mononame status – here and here.
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Thanks Athena! Interesting. But I’m still curious. Did you feel restricted or controlled or labeled by your former last name? How so? How does dropping that name change things? Is it different than changing your given first name? Your hair color? Is that why you shaved your head? I totally support you doing all that… but I’m curious about your reasons why.
I’m currently working on an article for publication that will explain all that. When I get it finished I’ll post it or send a link to it.
I find it fascinating that you and others are so curious. I really didn’t think it would be a big deal.
I will try to answer all your questions in the article and keep you posted.
Cheers,
Athena, just Athena
Zombies scare me more than any other supernatural creature, I think. There’s no reasoning with them. They’re just…out to get you, and if they GET you, you become one of them. CREEPY. But I really envy you your Jackles dream. I never dream about hot guys.
I had a dream once where I turned into a vampire. I knew that, if I stayed with my family and friends, I’d end up hurting them. I told them I had to leave, and they would never see me again. They couldn’t seek me out, that if they tried I might kill them. Then I walked away into the woods. I was crying when I woke up. But at least, as a vampire, I had the knowledge of what I was and could control my monsterly urges. As a zombie, you’re just a husk. Ick.
Hi.
God, Nelli! that Vampire dream sucks! I’m sorry.
Try getting a Jackles dream but drinking really strong green tea and falling asleep watching an episode you’ve already seen before.
Works everytime!