In my dream last night, I was in some sort of massive cosplay thing, except I was with real actors. We were divided into two teams and we were playing a war game or something. At the end, my team was pinned down behind some sort of truck vehicle, while our enemies were all in a hummer uphill (or rather upstore, ‘cause we were in a mall or something.). Our leader told us to each pick a target and on the count of three we were to make our last stand. So I had my target and then we all fired, except I hit one of our own team members.
He turned around.
There were people shouting at me that I shot Sherlock.
Benedict Cumberpatch narrowed his eyes at me and I stood there horrified. Then he started laughing and wiped the soot off his neck and said “That’s quite all right, dear.”
I went red, stammered out an apology, and hid my face. Later, he was just walking around and I approached him again and told him I was sorry. He then said he liked my outfit (I was wearing a purple sweater vest and jeans, plus a white dress shirt) and that “He would take me out dancing like that except he’d keep thinking that I was going to explode around him.” (referring to the fact that I SHOT HIM.)
I of course went red and hide my face in my hands. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
He laughed, put an arm around me, and said. “You know, you’re face is really cute in red.”
And then my alarm woke me up!
I feel like every time I come onto my dashboard I’m missing something. So I wrote a poem.
you save me when I’m bored.
But why oh why
does it seem like I
miss tonnes of stuff?
For Christmas every year we listen to an old 8-track tape while decorating the tree. We’ve decorated the tree without that 8-track and it doesn’t work the same. Anyway, so during some songs there’s this “whooop, whoooop, wooop” that goes on and that’s what makes it the tree decorating tape for me.