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[dreamer_easy]

John Simm sex dream #2. Much of which was exciting Life on Mars action in the style of a video game, with Sam Tyler and self doing kung fu vs villain on unicycle. (Sam shot at baddies' car while shouting "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Bunch of tough-looking guys arrive while we're under siege and I ask him "Ours or theirs"? "Ours," he replies, and we are saved.) Tragic romance involved incredibly complex thing where Mr Simm could turn into his sister (?!) whom it turned out my brother had once dated. But we both knew it was doomed because this couldn't possibly be real. Broken-hearted, I was driven home by my dad in an awesome red convertible (after the usual dreamly public transport difficulties).

WHERE THE BLOODY HELL WAS MR GLENISTER DURING ALL THIS I ASK YOU?! *bangs brane in hopes of getting it working properly*

The sleep doctor explained that antidepressants push your REM sleep closer to morning, which is why you remember all this malarkey in such vivid detail.

Comments

[di-sam-tyler.livejournal.com]

Guns work much better if you yell 'bang' while you're shooting them.

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

In the dream, you were shooting dozens of times into the bad guys' black car, which was beating a hasty retreat. Some other bad guys looked on, astonished. You turned to them, and, by way of explanation, said "Bang bang bang".

[di-sam-tyler.livejournal.com]

*nods sagely*

Psychological warfare. Never waste bullets when you can just psych out the villains you're chasing.