the things we've written in it never really happened.

Two dreams, both from last night (my subconscious was busy last night, I guess):

1. I bought a cigarette vending machine at a junk shop for ten dollars. You know the ones with the pull handles? One of those. I was so excited to have found it! I couldn't wait to stock it up and use it! (Note: I do not smoke, nor have I ever smoked.) I had big plans for it; there are two convenience stores near my house which sell, respectively, "vintage" brands and novelties like clove cigarettes, and I was going to stock the machine with those. But when I looked more closely, I realized the machine was already stocked, with packs of small maps. And then I was even more excited.



2. I was writing a Supernatural fic along the lines of Ask a Bee, from Dean's point of view. You know, Ask an Emotionally Fucked Ghost Hunter. I was cracking myself up writing it, in my dream, and if we're being strictly truthful, I'm pretty tempted to write it all awake and aware (although it might be funnier to write it from Castiel's point of view. Or maybe one from each?). Anyway, cracky or not, I've never dreamed a fic before. I'm kind of pleased about this.