This is the fifth time these past few weeks I have woken up having just dreamt about our favourite grumpy doctor and his fellow co-workers at PPTH. Each time I dream about them, the plot (of my dream) gets stranger, yet più canon.
2 prime examples:
Thursday 8th January.
This dream took place in my aunt's tiny house in a nearby city. I was helping her cook Natale dinner... but according to Dream Me, it was June sometime. I asked myself, why am I cooking Natale dinner, with Dream Me replying, well, te have to get it ready early, te see. I know this to be a load of rubbish, and believe me, I told Dream Me this, but she wouldn't listen. The successivo scene took place in my aunt's pantry, where I was retrieving some J2O for my cousin. I have no idea why I was doing this, because I don't even like her. Anyway, all of a sudden my back explodes in pain. I yelp and drop the J2O. My mum shouts through in her thick Chelsea accent, "Y'alright, love?” I can't say anything because it hurts that much. I reach back to feel if anything is sticking out, and instead I feel dampness. "Oh God," Dream Me panics, "its blood!” Clearly, I am not comfortable around blood. Well, not my own. I put my hand to my face, but the liquid is white. I sniff it. It's milk. What the hell? So anyhow, I'm lying on the floor, in agony, bleeding milk. A shadow looms in the doorway...it's House! But younger. It's not Hugh Laurie. He looks kinda like Hugh Laurie, but he's young and kinda hot if I must say. I think he's my mind's idea of House in college. "House!" I try to say, ecstatically happy. He shushes me, and then prods me IN THE BACK with his cane. I yell in pain. "What seems to be the problem?" he asks. "My back obviously." I reply. He frowns and prods it again. Then, he takes out this GIANT needle and says in a sinister voice, "This will be the most painful experience of your life." I'm really scared now. I mean, I was petrified when my orthodontist put that mould thing in my mouth for my braces. House comes closer with the needle, I scream really loudly, get up and run out of the pantry. Down the corridor, none of my relatives are in any of the rooms. BANG. Green light explodes from the back door, and standing there is Zooey Deschanel in a Wonder Woman costume. "Wonder Woman?" I say in surprise. "No," she replies, huge smile on her face, "Lisa Cuddy, M.D." I kid te not. House is back, again with the GIANT NEEDLE. Cuddy steps inoltrare, avanti and raises her hand. Golden, perfect shiny hair shoots from it - it takes me a while to figure out this is Chase's hair - and it wraps around House. "Cover your eyes!" she tells me, me thinking she's gonna go kick his arse. A minuto later, I open my eyes. They're making out. "Hey!" I shout. They break apart and turn around. She's not Wonder Woman anymore and he's not House. They're young. And attractive. "We're a bit busy here!" YoungHouse notes. "Sorry." I answer, sitting down on the floor. They carry on. END.
Tuesday 20th January.
This dream occurred several days after I read about a theory of DESK!SEX. I liked the idea a lot, clearly. This dream was più of a memory, with characters injected into it. I was in my school's library, but instead of sunshine yellow walls they were deep purple. The whole of the dream took place while I was sitting at a scrivania, reception finishing off some coursework. In the dream I'm quite tired, and judging da the sky outside its like, 11pm. Seriously, there's Lupi howling. Anyway, I decide to give up on the homework for a while and wander over to a computer in the corner. Strangely enough, my school librarian is still there, Leggere a newspaper. But, in my dreams, it's like the magic school bus cam they use to look inside patient's bodies on House. My dreams take place in all perspectives. She's Leggere a Garfield strip. I dream I lol at this. On the computer, I'm on lyrics websites when I hear a Pianoforte playing. Swizzling round in my chair, House is there. He's sitting on the scrivania, reception which I was working on before, but now it's changed. It's THE DESK. He's playing an invisible piano, the song is For Elise da Beethoven o Mozart o some other person because I was learning to play it over the holidays. House's eyes are shut, he's really into his invisible music. Out of NOWHERE, Cuddy comes and sits beside him. The dress she's wearing is stunning. Both Dream Me and I are jealous. I get up and walk over to them, but I don't think they can see me. House reaches across to play the invisible last basso note, and as he does Cuddy places her hand on superiore, in alto of his and they play it together. They both smile at each other. House plays another tune, and every other couple from PPTH is now dancing in the library. Chameron are faint, grayish figures, swaying, holding hands. Wilson in silver and Amber in white formal clothes are waltzing. Foreteen are dancing in black, slowly. Kutner and Taub are doing YMCA with solemn faces. The song finishes. Everyone disappears but House and Cuddy. They stand up. "Well, I guess this is good bye." Cuddy says sadly with tears in her eyes. "Yeah." House mutters. She stands on her tiptoes and gives him a huge hug. He isn't quite sure where to place his hands, until I yell "NOT ON HER ARSE." He instead wraps his arms around her. There's a flash of saturated colour, leaves rustling, and young Cuddy walks away from young House. He looks back and scrivania, reception and smiles. God, he's gorgeous.
I wake up with marshmallow, caramella gommosa e molle stuck to my face and wondering "Why am I obsessed with the Huddy college years?"
What about you? Am I alone with these dreams? Please share your own experiences and commento on mine.
JJ
2 prime examples:
Thursday 8th January.
This dream took place in my aunt's tiny house in a nearby city. I was helping her cook Natale dinner... but according to Dream Me, it was June sometime. I asked myself, why am I cooking Natale dinner, with Dream Me replying, well, te have to get it ready early, te see. I know this to be a load of rubbish, and believe me, I told Dream Me this, but she wouldn't listen. The successivo scene took place in my aunt's pantry, where I was retrieving some J2O for my cousin. I have no idea why I was doing this, because I don't even like her. Anyway, all of a sudden my back explodes in pain. I yelp and drop the J2O. My mum shouts through in her thick Chelsea accent, "Y'alright, love?” I can't say anything because it hurts that much. I reach back to feel if anything is sticking out, and instead I feel dampness. "Oh God," Dream Me panics, "its blood!” Clearly, I am not comfortable around blood. Well, not my own. I put my hand to my face, but the liquid is white. I sniff it. It's milk. What the hell? So anyhow, I'm lying on the floor, in agony, bleeding milk. A shadow looms in the doorway...it's House! But younger. It's not Hugh Laurie. He looks kinda like Hugh Laurie, but he's young and kinda hot if I must say. I think he's my mind's idea of House in college. "House!" I try to say, ecstatically happy. He shushes me, and then prods me IN THE BACK with his cane. I yell in pain. "What seems to be the problem?" he asks. "My back obviously." I reply. He frowns and prods it again. Then, he takes out this GIANT needle and says in a sinister voice, "This will be the most painful experience of your life." I'm really scared now. I mean, I was petrified when my orthodontist put that mould thing in my mouth for my braces. House comes closer with the needle, I scream really loudly, get up and run out of the pantry. Down the corridor, none of my relatives are in any of the rooms. BANG. Green light explodes from the back door, and standing there is Zooey Deschanel in a Wonder Woman costume. "Wonder Woman?" I say in surprise. "No," she replies, huge smile on her face, "Lisa Cuddy, M.D." I kid te not. House is back, again with the GIANT NEEDLE. Cuddy steps inoltrare, avanti and raises her hand. Golden, perfect shiny hair shoots from it - it takes me a while to figure out this is Chase's hair - and it wraps around House. "Cover your eyes!" she tells me, me thinking she's gonna go kick his arse. A minuto later, I open my eyes. They're making out. "Hey!" I shout. They break apart and turn around. She's not Wonder Woman anymore and he's not House. They're young. And attractive. "We're a bit busy here!" YoungHouse notes. "Sorry." I answer, sitting down on the floor. They carry on. END.
Tuesday 20th January.
This dream occurred several days after I read about a theory of DESK!SEX. I liked the idea a lot, clearly. This dream was più of a memory, with characters injected into it. I was in my school's library, but instead of sunshine yellow walls they were deep purple. The whole of the dream took place while I was sitting at a scrivania, reception finishing off some coursework. In the dream I'm quite tired, and judging da the sky outside its like, 11pm. Seriously, there's Lupi howling. Anyway, I decide to give up on the homework for a while and wander over to a computer in the corner. Strangely enough, my school librarian is still there, Leggere a newspaper. But, in my dreams, it's like the magic school bus cam they use to look inside patient's bodies on House. My dreams take place in all perspectives. She's Leggere a Garfield strip. I dream I lol at this. On the computer, I'm on lyrics websites when I hear a Pianoforte playing. Swizzling round in my chair, House is there. He's sitting on the scrivania, reception which I was working on before, but now it's changed. It's THE DESK. He's playing an invisible piano, the song is For Elise da Beethoven o Mozart o some other person because I was learning to play it over the holidays. House's eyes are shut, he's really into his invisible music. Out of NOWHERE, Cuddy comes and sits beside him. The dress she's wearing is stunning. Both Dream Me and I are jealous. I get up and walk over to them, but I don't think they can see me. House reaches across to play the invisible last basso note, and as he does Cuddy places her hand on superiore, in alto of his and they play it together. They both smile at each other. House plays another tune, and every other couple from PPTH is now dancing in the library. Chameron are faint, grayish figures, swaying, holding hands. Wilson in silver and Amber in white formal clothes are waltzing. Foreteen are dancing in black, slowly. Kutner and Taub are doing YMCA with solemn faces. The song finishes. Everyone disappears but House and Cuddy. They stand up. "Well, I guess this is good bye." Cuddy says sadly with tears in her eyes. "Yeah." House mutters. She stands on her tiptoes and gives him a huge hug. He isn't quite sure where to place his hands, until I yell "NOT ON HER ARSE." He instead wraps his arms around her. There's a flash of saturated colour, leaves rustling, and young Cuddy walks away from young House. He looks back and scrivania, reception and smiles. God, he's gorgeous.
I wake up with marshmallow, caramella gommosa e molle stuck to my face and wondering "Why am I obsessed with the Huddy college years?"
What about you? Am I alone with these dreams? Please share your own experiences and commento on mine.
JJ