Crackfic?

[evilhippo]

(Oooh, they fixed the tab-through-everything-else-in-the-world-before-the-write-message-box problem! Woo!)

So... I had one weird freaking dream last night/this morning. I'm absolutely blaming sketchyheart too, because... well, it's kind of like that dream where she told me all about how Sam Adams was going to burn my face off if I took his egg, only there was less warning here and more... well, yeah. Weird. Anyway! We were sort of... nowhere, and she's like "Here! Read this fic I wrote! It's about Mustang and Hughes!" so I pick it up and start reading it, and the last thing I hear is "Oh, it's sort of weird. Brad Pitt's in it." Then I realize wait... I never read that line about Brad Pitt. But I can see him. Wait, I am him. And then I was inside the fic in this old car with Mustang driving and Hughes giving me this really weird look. I stretched out and looked out the window, and worried that now that I knew I was too into reading the story that I'd snap out of it. And I sort of did... luckily either my mind wandered or Sketchy's fic quickly turned into me and a bunch of my high school friends wandering around the fair trying to find a ride to go on and finding out that rides cost $16 each. And I wasn't Brad Pitt anymore, which is always a good thing when it comes to dreams. WTF was Brad Pitt doing in my dream?! I can't think of a single worldly explanation of Brad Pitt being in my dream, especially being me in my dream. And most of all being in my dream with Hughes and Mustang. Holy crap, subconscious what on earth is with you? I think near the end of the dream I was wandering out of the fair and I saw the car again... so that brings consistancy. If the dream is going to have consistancy, what on earth is Brad Pitt doing in it???

This is on a totally different level of odd from the dream I had the night before last, where I got up and everyone else on the floor had giant piles of boxes of breakfast food and I didn't have any. There was a giant closet and my roomies had like, fifteen boxes of oatmeal and huge stacks of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. My solution was to go to the co-op after class and buy myself some oatmeal, of course. Hehehe. It's like some sort of subliminal message sent to me by Quaker Oats. Must remember to wear my tin foil hat to bed, now.

[Oh! And I totally forgot to mention that not only was I Brad Pitt, Brad Pitt was basically Hohenhime. What the heck is that?!]

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[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

I know! Brad Pitt hasn't crossed my mind at all in like... who knows how long. I might have seen an Ocean's 11 poster somewhere a few days ago, but that's it. I mean... what the heck? When I saw the poster, I didn't even process that he was on it anyway.