I haven't been in fandom much lately. Part of that has to do with starting to develop more of my RL community; part of it has had to do with the fire in our building in February; part of it has to do with the fact that my original writing is taking off (although I still get all kinds of fanfic ideas--I expect that impulse will never die).
And yet, clearly, some part of me misses fandom a lot. I'm about a season and a half behind on White Collar, but a couple of days ago, I had an intense dream in which Elizabeth was escaping from something in a helicopter with a friend of hers (a woman). The helicopter was shot down! Cut to: SWAT team and FBI, and Peter being shown to a crime scene on top of a tall building. Was the body they were about to see Elizabeth, or her friend?
I've been reading White Collar fanfiction ever since.
So the night before last I dreamed that I was living somewhere with my brothers. It was a quiet, normal autumn afternoon... until I noticed that all the clocks were misbehaving. Digital displays were corrupted, or showed the wrong time, or randomly skipped from, say, 4:13 to 1:07 to 11:55. There were even two old clocks, the type that showed the time changing by flipping over the little cards to show the next number. They were even more mixed up: they were rapidly flipping backwards.
I was pretty disturbed by this (as any good sci-fi nerd would be), until I realized that it must have something to do with the current solar storm.
When I woke up, I remembered hearing about an actual solar storm happening that day. My dreams don't often reflect reality so. Although why I would think a solar storm would kill all my clocks, I have no clue. :)
I had the weirdest dream(s) last night. It's been a long time since I had one that qualified as a nightmare that woke me up--this does.
I don't recall all the details, but there were several people who had been badly burned, and the EMTs sprayed them with foam--partly to put the fire out, but partly for some kind of protective covering.
Then I got burned, too. My whole left arm was down to the bone, black and charred, and other parts of me as well. (No pain--I rarely have tactile sensation in dreams.) When the EMTs got to me and sprayed me with the foam, I realized that it wasn't just to put out fire or for some esoteric medical purpose. It was supposed to hold my body together till they could figure out what to do.
Never dreamed I was literally falling apart, before. :P
On the plus side: actor Jim Beaver was in my dream, which was kind of awesome. I think he was with or directing the EMTs.
So last night I dreamed (among anxiety stuff like being late for a plane) that I was at a tiny Supernatural convention. Guest: Misha Collins. Being very much Misha and not like Castiel at all. :)
Odd dream: I was driving a car by touch. And by that I mean it was black, utterly dark night, and I was driving said car on twisty roads at relatively high speeds without any visual referents--completely by the feel of the road through the tires and frame.
I wasn't particularly nervous about it, either. It felt kind of "normal."