A Twist of Things to Come

So, inyadreams posted about a strange dream she had, and it made me think of a strange dream I had some time ago. The only thing the dreams have in common is Ewan McGregor, in case you wondered.

In this dream I was at a cocktail party-- it was all very posh and everyone was dressed to the nines. I was chatting happily with various people when I noticed Ewan McGregor walk by, totally naked. His behind was all rosy, as if someone had slapped it. My jaw dropped, but no one else paid him any attention at all, is if it were the most natural thing in the world for someone to walk around naked at a cocktail party. I asked a person standing next to me, "Did you see that?" I was sure I must be hallucinating. She shrugged, "Oh, that's just Ewan McGregor."

"Yes, but he was naked," I said.

The woman smiled at me and said in slightly bored tone, "Darling, if you haven't seen Ewan McGregor naked, you haven't been looking."

That was the end of the dream. It has that Irrefutable Hollywood Proverb sound to it, doesn't it?

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When I got to laser room, sat in the laser seat and pressed my chin and forehead into place in front of the laser, I had the strangest sensation of being Alice after she'd ingested something with a note on it. It was all very short and low to the ground. They had to adjust the seat up about a foot. The laser, too. He said I was by far the tallest person they'd had go under the laser that day. O_O I am no giant, so that was ... odd.

Also odd was when they strapped my head in place. Having your head secured like that is an unusual feeling.

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Big boy had a friend over today. First time I ever had one of my children's friends look down my shirt-front. O_O He's a good kid, and it wasn't a long look or anything, but, erm. None of my kids' friends have ever been a) tall enough to look down at my goodies or b) terribly interested. I guess this puberty thing is coming, whether or not I'm ready to face it. It's shaping up to be baggy t-shirt summer. *snort*

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Found out Big Boy and his friends have nicknames for each other that somehow resemble their real names. My son is called Robot Flowers, and his best friend is called either Mar-Kiss or Mark Ass Manchestnut. I was afraid to ask what they call Deiter or Jabron. O_O

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Started watching Criminal Minds thanks to micehell. The Dr. Spencer Reid character hits all my Geekboy hot buttons. He's smart and socially awkward, and he'll go on and on about stuff most people don't want to hear. But whatever it is, he's passionate about it and that is soo cute. Pale with just a touch of dark eye circles and gets all frowny when he thinks (which is pretty much always). Clean and neat but still poorly groomed. (I get the most amazing desire to wash his hair -- basically a primate grooming urge. I am almost positive that this is the same urge that my father aroused in my mother. Ha! The Geekboys need someone to look after them, see.) The character is a basic, pasty ectomorph with sharp-features -- except for his his mobile, soft-looking mouth. He has long fingers and delicate, almost feminine hands. Yet, the actor is not at all interesting to me out of character.

It's the Geeky-nerdy feel of the role that does it for me, obviously.

Basically, the character reminds me of a boy I knew in High School, and I SO would have done him if I'd had any idea how. The trouble with being a cut-ish girl is that the delishus nerd boys (the smarter ones, anyway) have either learned from experience to expect you to blow them off or they are congenitally oblivious to almost everything outside their current area of study, so you have to practically hire sky-writers to get your point across. I was never good at being that obvious, even when I tried.

About the time I finally got him to notice that I was talking to him on purpose I happened to see him eat. It was like watching one of those washing machines with the window in the front, only with a salami sandwich and several ounces of soda sloshing around inside instead of clothes. Sort of killed the mystique. Ah, young lust is such a fickle thing!