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coyotesuspect) wrote2010-02-10 11:30 pm
coyotesuspect) wrote2010-02-10 11:30 pm
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in each place and forever
So I just woke up from a nap, and I'm probably going to go back to sleep, buuuut, I just had a really awesome, convoluted Supernatural dream.
And, yes, I am going to share it with you.
(Note: My dream contains some very minor season 5 spoilers, so if you haven't watched this season yet, you may want to skip this one.)
It starts with me at a bus stop. It's dark and I'm kind of freaked out, because I don't think the buses that stop by here go by my home, and it's a wooded, kind of out of the way area, out on the edge of a dirt road that leads from a pretty creepy hotel (of course). Then these three girls, probably a couple years older than me, show up. They're Supernatural fangirls, and they're making a pilgrimage to the hotel because apparently a really famous Sam-centric Supernatural fanfic was written there, called "The Ledge."
Okay, I think. That's kind of nuts and I've never read this fic, but I agree to accompany them and follow them to the hotel.
Cut to a scene inside the hotel. There are several people sitting around a table, I think to eat (it's the kind of hotel with a restaurant in it), and most of them are scientists. (I have no idea why). One of them- a man, mid forties, African American, glasses- starts freaking the fuck out and pointing at one of the woman at the table. She's covered in black spots, he keeps saying, she's rotting from the inside out.
Then that scene ends, and I'm inside the hotel with the fangirls. Except now I'm not me, I'm Sam Winchester. And Dean is with me. We're trying to figure out the black spot thing and why the man (let's call him Darryl!) was freaking out. We're interviewing people and wandering around. Darryl leads me to the room of a colleague who he thinks might have had something to do with it. The room's trashed, and his colleague (who was, apparently, a very sexy Swedish woman), has left a note in lipstick on the mirror to the effect that, 'You're too late. You'll never figure out what happened." That kind of thing.
Afterwards, Dean and I (Sam Winchester) realize that in certain lights, you can see the black spots on the infected. We realize the fangirls all have the black spots all over them.
And then they start to collapse, just keel over. They're not dead though, just unconscious. Then something even weirder happens- they become little girl versions of themselves. Two of the little girls really take a shine to me (who is Sam, remember), so I'm spending time with them, while Dean talks to the wait staff in the restaurant. He's beginning to suspect the person behind everything is this overly helpful waiter. (How I knew what Dean was thinking, I don't know. It is a dream.)
One of the little girls (former fangirls) tells me she's going to perform something special for me. (...I did not mean for that to come out that creepily) But it has to be in this empty room- which is really this huge library with gothic looking stained glass windows, but that also looks like it's been completely deserted. Then the girl starts reciting a poem in German. I'm pretty sure it was the Erlkonig. I cut her off midway through though. I've figured out she's the one behind the black spots.
She's some kind of octopus monster, and she's somehow infecting people with her octopus... monster...ness. Basically, a baby octopus is at some point going to burst out of the infected chest's and it's game over for the poor sap who bore host to her octopus monster egg. The black spots are, then, a sign that the person has the egg inside them.
But Dean and I were in no danger of getting infected, because the octopus monster can only lay eggs inside people who aren't truly and completely loved. I give a kind of rueful speech about how much Dean loved me. And guys, GUYS. THE WAY I FELT, HOLY CRAP. DEAN WINCHESTER LOVED ME, AND DEAN WINCHESTER LOVES HIS BROTHER WITH EVERY FIBER OF HIS BEING. It's kind of indescribable how warm and fuzzy I felt. *___*
Then I'm no longer Sam. (Boo!) But the story's still happening, and I'm just sort of hanging out in the sidelines watching things go down. The girl gives Sam an evil smile and then shifts into a grown woman- Darryl's sexy Swedish missing colleague! She tells Sam he's too late, and runs up this staircase in the library that leads to the top bookshelf, which is pretty much a ledge. Sam goes after her.
MEANWHILE. Dean's reading this exorcism type thing to get rid of who he thinks is the octopus monster- aka the overly helpful waiter at the hotel restaurant. After it doesn't work, he has an epiphany- realizes Sam is missing- and goes running into the library.
By this point, octopus monster/former fangirl/Darryl's colleague has pulled out this gigantic tome and started reading from it. It opens up a portal to somewhere else- this giant, shimmering turquoise, circle. She grabs Sam somehow (this part's kind of fuzzy; let's just say she grabbed him with a tentacle though) and jumps into the portal, taking Sam with her!
Dean's just in time to witness this. And he realizes he's left with a choice. He can chase after Sam into God knows where, or he can stay behind and try to stop the Apocalypse.
At this point, it's kind of like I'm watching from home (though I still have access to Dean's thoughts), and I'm on the edge of my seat shouting at the screen for Dean to go after Sam, goddamn you, go after Sam, Dean Winchester, or I will hate you for the rest of my life.
He goes after Sam.
\o/
What ends up happening is, he flashes through all these different worlds- worlds where Sam said Yes, where Dean said Yes, where Mary never went into the nursery, etc- until he finally lands in one. Sam's no where around. And Dean realizes he's going to have to track Sam down through all these worlds until he finds him. He doesn't regret it; he's going to find Sam.
And then I wake up.
Long story short: Someone should write this. Only with less octopus monsters. Really, someone should just write the part where my dream cut off, with Dean chasing after Sam through all these universes until he finds his Sam.
And...that's it. I'm going back to sleep. But I, uh, had to share for some reason. >>
And, yes, I am going to share it with you.
(Note: My dream contains some very minor season 5 spoilers, so if you haven't watched this season yet, you may want to skip this one.)
It starts with me at a bus stop. It's dark and I'm kind of freaked out, because I don't think the buses that stop by here go by my home, and it's a wooded, kind of out of the way area, out on the edge of a dirt road that leads from a pretty creepy hotel (of course). Then these three girls, probably a couple years older than me, show up. They're Supernatural fangirls, and they're making a pilgrimage to the hotel because apparently a really famous Sam-centric Supernatural fanfic was written there, called "The Ledge."
Okay, I think. That's kind of nuts and I've never read this fic, but I agree to accompany them and follow them to the hotel.
Cut to a scene inside the hotel. There are several people sitting around a table, I think to eat (it's the kind of hotel with a restaurant in it), and most of them are scientists. (I have no idea why). One of them- a man, mid forties, African American, glasses- starts freaking the fuck out and pointing at one of the woman at the table. She's covered in black spots, he keeps saying, she's rotting from the inside out.
Then that scene ends, and I'm inside the hotel with the fangirls. Except now I'm not me, I'm Sam Winchester. And Dean is with me. We're trying to figure out the black spot thing and why the man (let's call him Darryl!) was freaking out. We're interviewing people and wandering around. Darryl leads me to the room of a colleague who he thinks might have had something to do with it. The room's trashed, and his colleague (who was, apparently, a very sexy Swedish woman), has left a note in lipstick on the mirror to the effect that, 'You're too late. You'll never figure out what happened." That kind of thing.
Afterwards, Dean and I (Sam Winchester) realize that in certain lights, you can see the black spots on the infected. We realize the fangirls all have the black spots all over them.
And then they start to collapse, just keel over. They're not dead though, just unconscious. Then something even weirder happens- they become little girl versions of themselves. Two of the little girls really take a shine to me (who is Sam, remember), so I'm spending time with them, while Dean talks to the wait staff in the restaurant. He's beginning to suspect the person behind everything is this overly helpful waiter. (How I knew what Dean was thinking, I don't know. It is a dream.)
One of the little girls (former fangirls) tells me she's going to perform something special for me. (...I did not mean for that to come out that creepily) But it has to be in this empty room- which is really this huge library with gothic looking stained glass windows, but that also looks like it's been completely deserted. Then the girl starts reciting a poem in German. I'm pretty sure it was the Erlkonig. I cut her off midway through though. I've figured out she's the one behind the black spots.
She's some kind of octopus monster, and she's somehow infecting people with her octopus... monster...ness. Basically, a baby octopus is at some point going to burst out of the infected chest's and it's game over for the poor sap who bore host to her octopus monster egg. The black spots are, then, a sign that the person has the egg inside them.
But Dean and I were in no danger of getting infected, because the octopus monster can only lay eggs inside people who aren't truly and completely loved. I give a kind of rueful speech about how much Dean loved me. And guys, GUYS. THE WAY I FELT, HOLY CRAP. DEAN WINCHESTER LOVED ME, AND DEAN WINCHESTER LOVES HIS BROTHER WITH EVERY FIBER OF HIS BEING. It's kind of indescribable how warm and fuzzy I felt. *___*
Then I'm no longer Sam. (Boo!) But the story's still happening, and I'm just sort of hanging out in the sidelines watching things go down. The girl gives Sam an evil smile and then shifts into a grown woman- Darryl's sexy Swedish missing colleague! She tells Sam he's too late, and runs up this staircase in the library that leads to the top bookshelf, which is pretty much a ledge. Sam goes after her.
MEANWHILE. Dean's reading this exorcism type thing to get rid of who he thinks is the octopus monster- aka the overly helpful waiter at the hotel restaurant. After it doesn't work, he has an epiphany- realizes Sam is missing- and goes running into the library.
By this point, octopus monster/former fangirl/Darryl's colleague has pulled out this gigantic tome and started reading from it. It opens up a portal to somewhere else- this giant, shimmering turquoise, circle. She grabs Sam somehow (this part's kind of fuzzy; let's just say she grabbed him with a tentacle though) and jumps into the portal, taking Sam with her!
Dean's just in time to witness this. And he realizes he's left with a choice. He can chase after Sam into God knows where, or he can stay behind and try to stop the Apocalypse.
At this point, it's kind of like I'm watching from home (though I still have access to Dean's thoughts), and I'm on the edge of my seat shouting at the screen for Dean to go after Sam, goddamn you, go after Sam, Dean Winchester, or I will hate you for the rest of my life.
He goes after Sam.
\o/
What ends up happening is, he flashes through all these different worlds- worlds where Sam said Yes, where Dean said Yes, where Mary never went into the nursery, etc- until he finally lands in one. Sam's no where around. And Dean realizes he's going to have to track Sam down through all these worlds until he finds him. He doesn't regret it; he's going to find Sam.
And then I wake up.
Long story short: Someone should write this. Only with less octopus monsters. Really, someone should just write the part where my dream cut off, with Dean chasing after Sam through all these universes until he finds his Sam.
And...that's it. I'm going back to sleep. But I, uh, had to share for some reason. >>
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I kid you not, coyote, I had a Winchester dream last night too.
I WAS DEAN WINCHESTER. AND I WAS WORKING A CASE WITH SAMMY. I just remember interviewing people and eating a burger (wtf, self, you haven't had a burger in like eleven years) and WE SAVED PEOPLE AND HUNTED THINGS.
And then I turned into Sophia Bush and helped the Winchesters exorcise the demon in Chad Michael Murray that slept with Paris Hilton and Chad and I lived happily ever after and went on double dates with Jared and Sandy.
WHAT IS WITH OUR FANGIRL BRAINS.
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At least part of this is real life canon.
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Also: LOLOLOL at the crossover with RPF.
OUR BRAINS ARE CONNECTED. CONNECTED BY OUR MUTUAL AWESOMENESS.
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Or dream team, whatevs. :D
CLEARLY. CLEARLY OUR BRAINS ARE LIKE... WHOA, THERE'S ANOTHER BRAIN OUT THERE AS COOL AS MINE? *bonds*
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But I might still maybe write it perhaps.
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Man, the last cracked out fandom related dream I had was a sex dream about Penny from The Big Bang Theory. It was random.
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Which, in retrospect, was probably the most disappointing part about my dream. My subconscious missed a great opportunity for some wincest smexin there.
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MOST EPIC WINCESTY BIG BANG EVER.
OMG.
FUCK YOU, COYOTEBUTTSECKS. WRITE THIS, PLEASE, I NEED IT IN MY LIFE.
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(I may have already started brainstorming last night. >>)
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I AM SO READY FOR IT.
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WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOA
Hold up a sec- mpreg?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?11one??
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Duuuuude, can this be written? Like right now because DAMN! It sounds AWESOME (and kinda reminds me of a Spander fic).
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(Spander=Spike/Xander?)
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just one thing would have topped it.... if Dean and Sam went for it and you were still inside Sam! XD LMAO!
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Heee! I know! I missed such a great opportunity there. *pouts*
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And guys, GUYS. THE WAY I FELT, HOLY CRAP. DEAN WINCHESTER LOVED ME, AND DEAN WINCHESTER LOVES HIS BROTHER WITH EVERY FIBER OF HIS BEING. It's kind of indescribable how warm and fuzzy I felt. *___*
I squeed out loud there! OMG! Seriously, you were SAM, you should've gone and kissed your brother there! :D Except, isn't it bitch that you never realize these things until you're already wide awake.
Haha I love the fact that everything is so random and things change all the time. Just like dreams always are :D would make a awesome crack!fic
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To be fair, at that point where I was basking in all the awesome Dean-love, we were on opposite sides of the hotel. (Though, it being a dream, physical distance really isn't much of an excuse...) BUT YES MISSED A GREAT OPPORTUNITY THERE, BRAIN.
I actually edited out a lot of the more random details too, like the fact that at he beginning I was carrying a basket full of earrings, or at one point I/Sam was talking exactly like Giles from BtVS.
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Clearly, there was a conference in town.
I think that it's awesome that you ship Wincest even in your sleep. That's a true OTP right there :P
I hope you write this! There's so much to explore there.
(ps I believe sign-ups for
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I think in my dream it was pre-wincest, to be honest. You could still interpret in a really intense, "Sam and Dean love each other more than anything but are not sleeping with each other" kind of way. *g*
It would be fun to write, I think! Maybe not the part with the octopus monsters, but the part where Dean chases after Sam. Like writing a fic that's entirely composed of AUs.
(lololol I think if [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] has taught me anything, it's that I suck at deadlines. Though I could always attempt this on my own.)
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which I hope might be continued.no subject
*looks innocent*
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(And being loved by Dean? The best thing ever or what?! I envy you, just so you know!)
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(Pretty much the best thing ever, yeah. <3333333333)
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NOW sdjf;aOIWJufr'g
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Wow!
And that feeling of being loved that way? I had one dream like that, once in my life, many years ago, and I still remember it as the best dream ever, though it featured someone I knew in real life who was not nearly as fabulous as Dean Winchester. I don't know what causes something like that in a dream--maybe some kind of hormonal rush in your sleep--but it's kind of life-affirming, isn't it?
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It's a really wonderful feeling. I think it must be some kind of endorphin cascade or something. Very life affirming. Though, considering I was "Sam" at the time, maybe more life affirming for him than for me. ;)
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THIS NEEDS TO BE ON THE SHOW.
I want to be Sam Winchester and feel the love :(
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(Omg it was so amazing. ♥ ♥ ♥)
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Besides, that whole octopus/egg thing reminded me of "Alien". Sam is totally Sigourney Weaver. ^____^
And the "Erlkönig"? Seriously? =D
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind? Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind. Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm, Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm. (...)
Oh, I love it. We had to learn it in school several years ago (2004?) and I love it. But then, I love most of Goethe's stuff, so... hehe.
But back to the topic: That fic is seriously something I need in my life. And it would be great to see all the different worlds and versions of their life Dean visits. A little bit like in "The Butterfly Effect".
*adores you and your dreams*
Thank you for sharing.
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ONE OF US IS GOING TO WRITE THIS FOR SPNLAND
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PLANTING EGGS IN UR STOMACH.
STEALIN UR SAMMEES.
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