Another one of those dreams...

Had another Jensen Ackles dream last night. Must be in part attributable to this blog. All these photos of him - must be worming their way into my subconscious. Anyhow, it was your run-of-the-mill blue dream, hahaha. And actually, it was probably Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles' TV alter ego, coz he was wearing a jacket with the collar turned up like Dean does. We were going to visit my best friend, in an office building I think. It was a pretty tall building, at any rate, and we were in the elevator and we got into a fight. He was saying something about how I'm too bossy and I got mad, probably coz it's true. So, I punched him (yes, I am a violent person) and he started bleeding from a split lip and I got really scared coz he got this crazy look in his eyes and I was thinking, "Oh boy, he's going to kill me". Instead, he reaches out and pushes the emergency button, which I readily admit, I have no idea as to its real mechanism, but in my dream, a loud alarm goes off for a few seconds and the elevator stops. I'm throwing stuff from my bag at him (a bunch of red pens and some lollipops, go figure), but pretty soon we're kissing. Then we go at it, and amazingly, there's enough room to move around. At one point, I hear my cell phone going off and I can tell it's the police (how would I know that? What's the number of the police department anyway? Would it even register?), but Jensen just picks it up and throws it against the wall, where it promptly smashes into smithereens. Of course, if it were reality, I'd be a) a bit panicked to be stuck in an elevator, and b) ticked off he ruined a perfectly good cell phone, but it's a dream, so I'm fine. I woke up laughing, coz it was such a silly dream. I mean, the naked part was good and all (is it ever bad in a dream? I doubt it), but of course, I know, it's a manifestation of my stress. Only a day before I have to turn in my grades and I have gotten almost nowhere checking one of my classes' final essays. Ugh. And it's almost midnight and I'm wasting time blogging and reminiscing about a dream. Pathetic, Anna. Really.

Final thought: Dean Winchester. In a elevator.