My lucid dreams used to have me hooking up with Heath Ledger on a regular basis as we were shooting some Victorian period epic drama together or something, because I got to have both frilly dresses, boobtastic corsets and modern sensibilities. Also being chased by my high school science teacher turned trap-door rapist who was bent on trapping me in the basement with him and Heath saved my virtue and then took it away himself. (I never could look that teacher in the eye, after that.) Haven't had any Heathdreams since, though. I think my subconscious has shelved them out of respect for the dead. :( I have yet to hire his dream-replacement; although Clive Owen put in a great audition in an airport, once. An airport.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2008-07-13 07:37 pm (UTC)