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A dream the other night
Thursday, 27 December 2018 06:27 am"I Like The Sound Of That. Slutty And Manipulative, That's Better Than Evil Any Day."*
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I was either an international spy or a hired assassin—or perhaps both. I know I was wearing a trench coat.
I was living in Paris in an apartment from another dream I had about a film noir. My dreams seem to be trying to connect up to each other. Anyway, I kept getting lost going to my apartment because there was a mezzanine, and it changed which floor you were on depending which side of the building you came up from. You see.
I was following a man who owned a flower shop, and the man turned out to be Nathan Fillion. He was well known in this part of Paris because he was so kind and good and generous—pure of heart was what people said about him. But I thought he had a secret.
So I followed him and spied on him, though I never spoke to him. Then one day he came to my apartment building and got lost. And I got lost. Eventually we ran into each other, in the basement of a different apartment building. (We were very, very lost.) He was hiding a bunch of flowers under his coat and I pulled out my gun because I thought he had a gun, too. He showed me the flowers and told me that in spite of my having the blackest of hearts, he was in love with me.
It was very painful for him, being so good and being in love with me, and he wished I could try to be good. I still wasn't sure he wasn't really hiding some evil intent, but I told him I loved him too. And then he took me into his arms and compared me to nuclear waste.
No, really.
"Falling in love with you is like nuclear waste moving into my heart. I should be doing everything I can to stop it, but instead I find myself saying, 'Which ventricle would you like, right or left? The right has a better view. Is there any furniture I can help you move?'"
I do not have a clue. It's a very poetical speech, sort of. I don't think it was supposed to be funny. I kind of know why Nathan Fillion; I had watched The Rookie right before bed. But the rest of it? No clue. I still don't know if he had a hidden dark side.
*Piper Halliwell
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I was either an international spy or a hired assassin—or perhaps both. I know I was wearing a trench coat.
I was living in Paris in an apartment from another dream I had about a film noir. My dreams seem to be trying to connect up to each other. Anyway, I kept getting lost going to my apartment because there was a mezzanine, and it changed which floor you were on depending which side of the building you came up from. You see.
I was following a man who owned a flower shop, and the man turned out to be Nathan Fillion. He was well known in this part of Paris because he was so kind and good and generous—pure of heart was what people said about him. But I thought he had a secret.
So I followed him and spied on him, though I never spoke to him. Then one day he came to my apartment building and got lost. And I got lost. Eventually we ran into each other, in the basement of a different apartment building. (We were very, very lost.) He was hiding a bunch of flowers under his coat and I pulled out my gun because I thought he had a gun, too. He showed me the flowers and told me that in spite of my having the blackest of hearts, he was in love with me.
It was very painful for him, being so good and being in love with me, and he wished I could try to be good. I still wasn't sure he wasn't really hiding some evil intent, but I told him I loved him too. And then he took me into his arms and compared me to nuclear waste.
No, really.
"Falling in love with you is like nuclear waste moving into my heart. I should be doing everything I can to stop it, but instead I find myself saying, 'Which ventricle would you like, right or left? The right has a better view. Is there any furniture I can help you move?'"
I do not have a clue. It's a very poetical speech, sort of. I don't think it was supposed to be funny. I kind of know why Nathan Fillion; I had watched The Rookie right before bed. But the rest of it? No clue. I still don't know if he had a hidden dark side.
*Piper Halliwell