I had another dream about Patrick Stump. And seriously, OMG.

I'm at this kind of interview and for some reason there's a magician too. The magician is doing his tricks with cards and all and Gabe Saporta is there too. Then Gabe goes away and the magician tells me to call Patrick because he'll be the next. I'm like, WTF? but I call Patrick anyway, and when he arrives he says he can't stay for the interview. I tell him it's okay, I'll handle it and I'll tell the magician to fuck off. He thanks me and hugs me, and then, just like that, we kiss. 
But apparently we're only good friends, because the thing turns awkward. 
We forget about the interview and we walk in this kind of dressing room because we need to debate wheter we're together or not, and Pete is there. He starts to say that we should totally get together and stuff like that and both me and Patrick tell him to shut up. 
I don't remember much of the conversation, but I know I told him something like "The tour isn't a problem, I can work at merch table" and after a while Pete is gone and we're back to the kissing. And here I wake up.

I was kind of WTF? when I woke up, but it was so damn sweet and the kisses felt so real. 
I think I know what's to blame for this dream. I kind of watched the Beat It video something like 14 times last night, 'cause they aired it on MTV and I recorded it and I kept pressing repeat. Oh, and after that I listenened to Grand Theft Autumn for over an hour. 
But hey, I'm not complaining. At all. *grins*
JM

 

It's 11.50 am here and I just woke up, I kinda overslept. But I'm glad I did because I had a very weird and interesting dream, and I wanna write it down before I forget it.

It starts with me lying on the bed and on the phone talking to a good friend, who turns out to be Brendon. He's angry 'cause I'm being bitchy to him and I'm not telling him what the hell is wrong. Then I tell him I'm sad, 'cause one of our friends hasn't called me in three weeks and I kind of have a crush on said friend. Brendon tells me he's sorry for snapping at me and says he's gonna organize something. (Yeah, I know, I must have been crazy if I let Brendon Urie organize something. LOL)
Anyway, the scene changes and suddenly I'm at this big party, with tropical drinks and good music. I walk around trying to find Brendon and when I see him he's thanking a girl for helping him with the party. I reach them and I hug the girl to thank her, and she just puts a mask on an says something like "It's not me you have to thank, it's the other girl, the one without the mask" and I'm like "O_o WTF?" 
I forgot about the (psychotic) girl when Brendon takes my hand in his own and says "See, sweetie, this party is for you. Ryan is here too." So yeah, apparently the friend I have a crush on is Ryan. Well, duh.
We walk until we find a free seat and from that spot we can most part of the party. Brendon sits down and I sit in his lap, and we start to talk. Ryan walks by not far and he has the old look, the rose vest era look. And he looks pretty damn hot. 
But for some reason five seconds later I turn in Brendon's lap and we start making out. Like it's the most usual thing ever. I mean, it's not bad, at all, but. Then an old lady sitting next to us starts saying we shouldn't do this kind of things in public and really, what the hell is this bitch doing at my party? I'm quite enjoying myself with Brendon and I'd like to be left alone with him.  Anyway, the scene changes again and I'm in my hotel room, because the party was somewhere far from my house. I'm pacing in front of the door because apparently me and Ryan talked at the party and he's coming up to my room. Then my phone rings and it's Brendon. The conversation goes like this:
Brendon: How important is for you to have sex with Ryan?
Me: Uh...a lot, I guess. Why?
Brendon: Because he's kind of my boyfriend now and...you know...
Me: O_o WTF?
And I woke up, feeling the need to strangle Brendon Urie, despite the making out felt incredibly real and incredibly awesome. 

I think I should keep a list of which bandom guys I make out with in my dreams. LOL My brain is very focused on this thing, apparently. I think I should totally confess that I love my brain. LOL

Okay, now I'm off to lunch 'cause I'm hungry, and then I'll write some of the Vampire Hunting sequel, probably hurting Brendon to get my revenge. V_V
See you soon.
JM

 

 Yesterday I wrote a little Ryden prequel to Vampire Hunting. Little as in 9,300 words. Whoops? I'm not sure if I'm happy with it, I think I'm gonna add something before I post it, but it's quite finished. I can tell you there's a brief, unexpected appereance of Greta Salpeter of The Hush Sound, and she'll probably be in the sequel as well. 
So expect this story to pop up at the end of a chapter when you less expect it. 

Now I've still got two things on my 'to do' list. Like the Peterick prequel and, you know, I've got a lot of comments I never replied to. So if you see a reply to a two months old comment, don't worry, I'm not crazy, I just don't like to leave things like that.
Oh, well, we could say three if I count studying on the list. LOL Four with organizing the party. And five with cleaning my bedroom, the guest bedroom and the place where I'm having the party. LOL Oh, and six with getting the music ready and the lyrics printed. LOL
Six is not so bad, after all. I've had worse. And it's mostly good things, so. Not complaining. LOL

Tonight I had a dream. It was cute and angsty at the same time, I don't know how to define it exactly. 
As some of you might have heard, if you're a Tokio Hotel fan, six shows of their European tour have been canceled, including the three sold out dates here in Italy. This is due to Bill's health, which apparently is pretty much fucked up right now. And really, I'm pretty sure it's due to the fact that they've been touring for something like two years with barely a few days off from time to time. Now, maybe older bands can endure that without trouble, but they're eighteen, for fuck's sake, they were sixteen when they started touring. They need a stable environment from time to time, or things like this are bound to happen. 
It's just a bad laryngitis, and he needs to rest and take meds, the shows can wait. But lately there's been also news about Bill having a cyst on one of the vocal chords, so somehow this infection has given the chance to the doctors to find it. I really hope everything turns out to be fine. 
So okay, they're not the world's best band, their lyrics aren't as deep as Panic's or TAI's, but I'm not ashamed to say they're the first band I saw in concert (three days before going to the MCR concert LOL) and I'm a proud fan (FAN, not fangirl). 
Of course I'm much more in love with TAI, PATD, Cobras and FOB, but nothing forbids me to be a TH fan as well.
So yeah, I'm probably a bit worried about Bill's condition, and I'm pissed at the label for forcing that schedule on them. The fangirls demand they add shows in their country when there's already 5 shows? The management has to have enough balls to say NO and give the guys a few days off. But you know, it's a major label, it's business, who cares about Bill fucking up his vocal chords. Pete Wentz wouldn't let something like this happen, not in his label (side label, whatever).
Anyway, the digression was all to explain why I had the dream.
I'm in this big room and there are many doors on the right. People around are having drinks and trying cosmetics, so I guess it's some kind of promotional presentation. I'm there with a guy, I can't really focus him, I think it's Pete, but I'm not sure, and we are talking. Then Bill walks in from one of the doors on the right and two blond girls are following him. He's pale and he's got dark circles under his eyes. I walk to him and we exchange a few words, from which I understand we had some kind of relationship in the recent past. I ask him who the girls are and he just shrugs and the girls walk away. Then we move to a quiet corner and I ask him why he looks so tired, he should rest, not go to parties and stuff. It's very sad and I keep trying to cancel the dark circles wiith my fingers, like it's some kind of makeup. I ask him to be careful, to rest, I ask him several times, then somehow we end up kissing. But it's still sad and I'm still worried, and then we're sitting there and we're holding hands. When the girls come back and say he has to go I wake up. 

Tonight I had a really weird dream. Maybe weirder than that one where me and my friend were in Milan with Gerard Way and Pete Wentz and we were showing them the city, and then we had dinner with Bob Bryar and Joe Trohman and I was constantly whining because I wanted Mikey, not Bob. LOL 
But I digress. 
So. I was at my cousin's wedding, and there were one of my highschool schoolmates and one of my college schoolmates who were fighting for something I didn't quite understand, an exam or something. When I got bored of the fight and I went to get a drink, I walked right into Brendon Urie, and I was like "WTF? Why is everyone acting so normally, he's not supposed to be here." But you know, I just left and I reached the ballroom. 
And this is where the dream turned even weirder. Somehow, and I really can't remember how, I ended up in a dark corner making out with Bill Kaulitz. Which was kinda pretty damn hot. (Also because his hair was down, without the electric shock look, and he was wearing this white elegant suite that made him look quite GUH.)
That's kinda fucked up. Bandom really really fucks my head up. But you know, it's okay, I don't exactly dislike it. I might actually like it. It was pretty damn hot, anyway.
But I still think that it's unfair I had to have dinner with Bob instead of Mikey. I like Bob, but I wanted Mikey. *pouts*

Other than my nearly psychotic dreams, I think Brendon's presence can be explained with the fact that I can't wait to leave for Paris for the PATD show. Finally, I managed to buy the plane tickets and I booked the hotel, so now all we have to do is go there. Oh, and retrieve the concert tickets from the fnac store. 
Also, I remember like three word of French, and I seriously hope I'll survive this. LOL
Oh, and first thing off the plane? Starbucks. *_* (Those morons never opened one in Italy.) And about coffee. I was thinking about bringing a pack of Italian Espresso to give them if they come out after the concert, but I'm quite scared at the thought of Brendon after two mugs of Espresso. LOL
Anyway, expect loads of photos.

One last thing, not bandom related. LOL
I'm finally watching second season of Eureka. I dunno if it has many fans around the world, I just know I LOVE this show and Nathan/Jack is even more canon now. LOL No, seriously, I'm deeply deeply in love with the show and I'm not even bitching they air it on Saturday evening. 

Uh, I almost forgot. Last night I watched Snakes On a Plane. Again. 
I'm hopeless.

Okay, I think I'm done for now. I'll see you soon people.
And remember, the Cobra sees you. Always. Everywhere.  
JM

Note to self: stop mentioning the Cobra fifty-six times a day.

 

My parents left yesterday and right now they're at the beach, relaxing under the sun. So yeah, I'm all alone. And really, I shouldn't watch things like Criminal Minds when I have to sleep alone in the house. LOL But hey, I survived the first night, so everything's fine. 

About tonight, I had a dream. And hell, it was hot. I mean, it started out innocent and happy, then...hell!
So, more or less it was like this...
I'm in what looked like my living room, but there are two couches instead of one. Dana and Jeremy from Sports Night and Don Eppes are sitting on one, and I'm on the other with Dan Rydell. 
We're in the middle of a surreal conversation about Wincest and Don says his friend Terry reads it a lot, even at work. O_O
Then Jeremy stands and goes to get ice cream in the kitchen. When he comes back Dana and Don take their and they go out on the balcony, while Jeremy, for some reason, says he wants to go to sleep. 
Somehow I find myslef feeding white chocolate ice cream to Dan and...well, from here it's NC-17, and man, it was damn hot.  

I think I'm having a badbadbad crush on Josh Charles and...GUH. *ççççççç*

Okay, now I think I'll go see something, waiting for Sports Night.
See ya'! 
JM
 
 

I need an analyst.

No, seriously, there has to be something wrong with me.

See, I made this dream tonight. 

It involved Jeffrey Dean Morgan wearing an incredibly elegant nothing. 

It involved a bathtub too. And a bed. And strawberries. And cream. And an awful lot of sex.

And a fuckin' motel room.


See? I need help. This motel room kink can't be a good sign, I'm tellin' you. I swear, if I dream him again in a motel room, I'm gonna sue the man. It's all his fault. 

Actually I'm pretty sure it's John's fault. 

Yeah, you heard me just fine, I'm blaming John Winchester for this, the man I basically worship. 

I'm blaming him for my motel room kink 'cause, seriously, he has no right at all to look so damn hot in Dead Man's Blood. Except that he does. 

He totally does.

And I just keep watching the episode, just like last night, and I keep having these dreams. 

So.

--

Dear John,

I love you, I'm really, truly, deeply in love with you. I'll always be, and I'll always defend you.

So get back in the show and please get me a new kink. 

Dean already took care of the Impala kink, which is almost as nasty as the motel room one. Almost.
And that sly dog of Sam thought it would have been nice and probably funny to get me having a kink for his fuckin' huge, wonderful hands. (Now, that's Jared actually, but they're the same person, so I can blame Sam as well)

I don't care how, just please get back in the show. I miss you, and really, since you di...di...oh, fuck it, I can't say that word! Since you left those two boys are not even hugging anymore! We all need you back. Unless you want us to send them to the Petrellis, just to teach them how brothers should act when it comes to physical contact.
And something tells me you wouldn't like it. 

Mainly 'cause Sam would end up screwing Peter and Dean would end up being screwed by Nathan. 

And as we all know when you found out that your sons were totally doing it, you had a heart attack, that sent you to a big hospital in Seattle, where you cheated on me with a cute blond doctor named Izzie...no, wait, that's another you. Sorry, forget the hospital part. 

By the way, my point is, I want you back.

And yeah, that's all for now. 

With all my endless, huge, eternal love,
JM

--

I'm done, I'll be back, later. Maybe.

See ya'!
JM

Had another odd dream. Less weird, but a lot worse. And this time there wasn't half the cast of Heroes, just two. 

For some unknown reason I was walking in a creepy abandoned warehouse, and the only light  was from an open door. I was walking towards that door and someone grabbed me and somehow pulled me into a van or something. Then (in the dream) I woke up in a small nice house, and I found out I'd been kidnapped but a man and a woman. The man looked a lot like Isaac (poor him, he should be a good guy). And the woman had red hair and a hateful grin printed on her stupid face, she looked like Niki's friend. They explained they had to take me from the warehouse before it crumbled (it's just me or this doesn't make any sense at all? O_o) and now I had to stay there. They were nice, I mean, for kidnappers; cooked and all. Then someone knocked on the door and the Isaac-like kidnapper (who was kind of hot, but that didn't occured to me since he had kidnapped me, and that wasn't cool. It's not exactly my ideal of a date, or romantic encounter of any kind >_>) opened the door without checking who it was (sly as a fox, isn't he? >_> the real Isaac wouldn't have been so stupid.) and a man came immediately inside, punching him. Then he grabbed me and he brought me outside, telling me he was rescuing me. And guess? He was Nathan Petrelli. Don't remember much of the rest of the dream, but I think I should be grateful for that.

Now, I just wanna say a couple of things to my (very idiot) subconscious.

First of all, the beginning.  Dude, I watch Supernatural. Do you really think I would go walking in a creepy abandoned warehouse? Hell, I'm not stupid! 

Second thing, the kidnappers.  For what reason in hell you put Isaac as the kidnapper and Nathan as the rescuer? What were you thinking??? Or not thinking? Listen to me, next time I sleep, you let the downstairs brain take care of dreams, ya' understand me? Did I make myself clear? (*pissed!Dean mode on*)

Third and last thing, something that really pissed me off. 

It. Happened. Again.

Why the hell Nathan Petrelli was in my dream, again? I mean, I don't even like him! I don't even feel attracted to him! I hate him! So why does he have to be in my dreams? And why does he have to be so horribly nice in my dreams? He ain't nice, he's a jerk!

I really need to make him disappear.

Two Heroes-related dreams in two nights, this has to be some kind of record.

Okay, I'll go now. 
See ya'!
JM

ps: Dude, I feel like crap. All those vaccines for the journey are screwing up with every single part of my body. Except my toes. Those are safe. 

Heroes. A word, an obsession. No, really. I'm definitely too much obsessed with this show. 

It took me about four months to get my first Supernatural-induced dream, the one with John (Jeffrey Dean) and the motel room. The dream that started my kink for motel rooms. It took about a week, a freakin' week, for Heroes to enter my mind. 

There was half the cast, it was a bit confused, and weird. One of the weirdest dreams I've had in a long time. 

I was in some kind of football pitch (Homecoming?) with Nathan Petrelli (yeah, him >_>), and we were looking for a serial killer who was going after artists, cutting their hands off (O__o). We were talking in front of the tiered seatings, and it turned out the serial killer was Niki/Jessica. Then we headed to the locker rooms and we found Isaac painting on the ceiling, and we tried to warn him there was a serial killer around. He dropped everything and we got back outside, just when Peter came running towards us and trying to warn us about something in the grass. 

Then I woke up. 

It. Was. Weird.

So yeah, Heroes is fuckin' up with my mind too.



I think the dream might have been inspired by the fact that I watched Godsend again. 

I'm starting to be such a whore for this show. I mean, today I spent my philosophy lesson writing an Isaac/Peter. 

I love philosophy and while that poor sod of my teacher was talking, I was writing a freakin' slash story! The only fandom that has ever had me writing at school is Supernatural (and its RPS, 'specially its RPS). I might be a geek, but usually I pay attention while I'm at lesson, that's why I'm a bit surprised with myself. 

I also know that I won't stop doing it. English teacher is bitching about the fact that most part of the class has low marks and all, and she's doing oral tests to try and raise them. My average mark is about 9 (we use the scale between 1 and 10, no letters ç_ç), so I'm doing pretty much nothing in her lessons, so...I'll just keep writing. LOL! 



Oh, and today the guy who seats near me in class asked me a journal of my life, 'cause he finds out new things about me every day and he's amused/shocked/convincedI'mcrazy. He totally made my day! LOL I love to have this kind of impact on people! Besides, he's funny and trustable, maybe I'll give him the link to this journal. Then he'll be convinced I'm totally crazy! LOL


Well, all for now. No, wait, I've got a message for Isaac.

Dear Isaac, I can paint the future too. I painted me and you, having hot, wild, steamy sex in your studio. No, seriously. We need to make the paint come true, for the future's sake. *ç* With love lust, Jen. (ps: sorry, 'love' is just for Peter)

Okay, now I'm good.
See ya'! 
JM

I'm really starting to think that Supernatural is doin' a lot of damage to my brain! XD

Last night I had a dream. Which is quite a good thing, I guess.  It was a wet dream.  Which is quite another good thing, I guess. 
The point is, the dream was about Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Well, not completely, it was quite confused.

I'm sure it wasn't John. Okay, we were in a motel room, the Impala was parked outside, but he didn't look like John, he looked like Jeff, I mean like Weeds!Jeff, short beard, no sad and tormented look in his eyes. There wasn't a lot of talkin', you know, but I'm sure it wasn't John, it was Jeff. 

I'm totally sure it wasn't John. I mean, I think my utter and absolute love and devotion and adoration towards John Winchester is quite known, but man! I never thought of John that way! O_o I mean, as Jeffrey Dean Morgan, yes, a lot, but John? Never.

Besides, I'm not gonna give details here, 'cause eww...it wouldn't be nice to write them on my Journal! XD But man, it was hot, and I mean really hot...and yeah, definitely Supernatural is messing with my mind a whole fuckin' lot! O_o

But hey, I'm not complainin'! Not at all! Just give me more please!!! XD

JM