don't let me get me

[sab]

Dream log:

was in a PW class, was assigned to read a series of books by the same author (we'll call him Rod Serling for now, he was certainly Rod Serling-like), was a trick! the seven of us (we'll call it seven of us) searched high and low, but it was *I* who discovered he'd written one of the books under a pseudonym (again I blame Zendom for eating my brain) and I was able to identify him by style...

You'd think PW would be impressed. I suppose she was, to a point. it was moderately unfulfilling --

And then we got to meet this Rod Serling character, and he fell deeply in love with G. And while I felt some kind of proprietary pull over him (after all, I'd identified him by writing style alone), he and G hit it off like white on rice and began a whirlwind romance. (Understanding that for the purposes of this narrative, the role of Ernesto was played by no one) PW and I were in the basement, training her kitten. but I couldn't stop thinking about G and Mr. Serling, not even when I took him to see my shrink with me, not even when he fell in love with my (male) shrink (Obligatory Slashy Dream Moment [TM]) and he and my shrink began their own brief affair --

But it was G he wanted. He'd call for her. PW and I were in the basement. she was still unimpressed. G would have to hide: "tell him I'm not home" and we'd tell him but Mr. Serling was insistent.

At break of dream, his latest tactic was telling me that he had Emergency news for G -- her brother had some sort of hernia problem and was in the hospital but he wouldn't give me any more information until I put her on the phone.

(Since G doesn't have a brother, we were prepared to consider this a weak ploy on Mr. Serling's part)

PW lounged in a beanbag chair. The kitten rode atop the dog. Mr. Serling pursued my G with a vengeance. I ran around, answering phones. the shrink pined. And everyone was unimpressed.

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it's true that I stole your lighter

[pene.livejournal.com]

looked up said Mr. Serling (what kind of stars and planets girl am I anyway?). sadly he died. though I do admit that the role of Ernesto (among other, far scarier roles. you'll see.) is played remarkably ably by Ernesto. and the role of you must always be played by you. because how else would I meet Mr. Serling? and also.

mmm... tropical. and I'll see you and yours tonight.