Last night I had a dream that Dean Winchester was my big brother and we had a border collie named St. John and the dog really, REALLY liked to watch baseball games on tv. And Dean was a mechanic and got pissed off when I went to parties and said dumb things like, "will there be boys there?" which prompted even stupider responses like, "dude, it's a party." And also there was some whole thing where the dog and I had to talk to Congress, and for some reason Carrie Fisher and my Latin teacher from middle school were there. And Dean wasn't pleased about that either and frowned a lot. GOD he was such a lame emo whiney.

Also for some reason Dean wore all his many layers of clothes and I just wore leotards and tights (with the tights on the OUTSIDE god how dumb omg and they were FOREST GREEN, did my dream-self totally lose all style sense or something!?). I have the feeling that maybe when the dream started out I was supposed to be a little kid and Dean was taking me to dance class, but then I was actually like 16 and Dean was getting upset about the possibility of boys at a party. OH DEAN.

Anyway. Dreams are weird and random. And entertaining. There is so much wtf in them.