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What the helll...

Ok, I had somebody else's dream last night. It was probably arundhathi's, but there are several other people who are suspects. You know who you are. Because I love you all very dearly, but ...

I had a dream last night about Orlando Bloom. And Viggo, actually, but mostly Orlando. I was out at dinner with both them and several other people from a new picture they were filming. And Orli was laughing and talking but slightly clueless - I wish I could remember more of what he actually said. I know that he mentioned he was about to start filming a new project when the one they were working on was finished and told me about it and my first thought, in my dream was "Oh, I need to tell circe_tigana!" Because apparently they were keeping as much information as possible under wraps.

Anyway, we all walk back to the hotel we're staying at and Orli's eyes look increasingly a little glazed, so I start to worry about him. His room (and Viggo's, they share one, which is why this might be Arrie's dream - but it does have two beds) was right next to mine. And the next morning I wake up all worried because he'd looked flushed, and I tiptoe carefully into the room to check on him. Both of them are all but buried under covers and I go over to Orlando and do the forehead-kiss-check-for-fever and he has one. He's all stirring and groggy and I pat his arm and tell him I'm sorry he's sick and ask if he needs anything. And he wants juice, so I nod to him and tell him I'll be right back and go out of the room - which is very handily located near the lobby with the free continental breakfast. And there's juice, both orange and apple, there - and I remember thinking "Oh thank goodness, it's free." Because it might be Orlando Bloom, but I'm still cheap.

And then I brought him his juice and sat by his bed while he drank it and he closed his eyes wearily and I tucked him in.

And that's when I woke up. So. I must repeat my earlier question. What the hell was that and why was it in my dreams?! Cause I don't have an Orlando crush or a Viggo crush and...*sinks deeper and deeper into confusion*


In less fun news, apparently my basement flooded during that rainstorm with the howling wind. It's drenched. I discovered this last night when, yay, I stepped on squishy carpet while going to put in a load of laundry. This is the fault of Alanna, who encouraged me to do the laundry. Ok, that might be shoving off responsibility too far! It could be worse, I guess - It's all cement underneath and I'd been planning to rip up that ancient, aging and disgusting carpet anyway - it'd already been partially cut. I just don't want to do it while it's still wet and it's going to take forever to dry. Plus it, ugh, it has that smell. I've closed off the door to the basement and am burning a candle. And saying to myself "ugh ugh UGH". The fun part will be figuring out where the leak is. *sigh* No, the fun part will be touching the carpet. Both of those parts will be fun!

*hugs to all* And whoever got MY dream last night instead of the one above, which was obviously delivered to me by mistake? Please let me know!