I just had to post this dream that Once-Upon-a-Part-Time-Buddha had about me last night because a) nobody EVER fricking dreams about me, despite me having weird dreams about others all the time (stupid bastards), and b) it is the most delightfully strange and specific dream EVER...

THE DREAM:

"i had a dream about you. you had four kids: Lena, Davis, Margot, and Kidder. You called Margot Escar-Margot. Lena had very straight, very long black hair that was very pretty and very shiny. Davis, though only 11, showed every sign of being gay in a Rufus Wainwright manner. Kidder was maybe 3 and was easily the cutest three-year-old i've ever dreamed into existence.

You walked around with string attaching each to the other. they were all very, very cute. we lived in some small town and the fact that you hadn't named the father of any of them was rather scandalous. but then, as we were eating breakfast together in a diner that served vegan food as we did every morning before work (we were really good friends despite that we had been high-school sweethearts and you had crushed me by dumping me for Damian Roark III in our senior year) you hinted, strongly, that the father of each child was, indeed, Plastic Man.

then the dream turned into sort of another dream. we walked out of the diner and got in my delorean and went back to 1985. then there was a lot of time traveling going on, with the joke being that we had to get back because I was going to be late for work."

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