No, I'm not dead.

I'm super busy with real-life these days but! I wanted to tell you all about the crazy dream I had last night. (Forgive the terrible writing; I just want to get it all down before I forget the hilarious details.)

So! I dreamt that Weiss (well, okay, really Schwartz) was real! What happened was this: Crawford and Schu and Farf and a non-Nagi Nagi/Omi hybrid showed up while I was at a shopping mall (or other public venue, I'm not really clear on that) and they were all "you have to come with us now!" and I was all "but you aren't REAL! You guys are cartoons!" But they were totally real. (Interesting fact: besides Farf rocking the Celtic silver thing, he was actually like ten or fifteen years older than everyone else.)

So of course I tried to duck them by going to my place of work, but they are not to be put off! The front desk person at the office was all "there's a group of gentlemen waiting for you" and I felt that terrible sinking feeling. And I said "Gentlemen? Was one of them, by chance, a redhead?" And the secretary was all "yeah, how the blank did you know that?"

And I went into the office and there they all were, and they were planting evidence, making it look like I'd committed all these crimes so that I'd have to ditch my old life and come with them. Drugs and guns and arson equipment and the clothes of murder victims and stuff, which I was sure would be totally unbelievable if the police came by. By that point I wasn't scared, and I could be honest and sarcastic and pissed off, but I spent a crapload of time trying not to think about all the fanfics I'd ever read where it was all mansexings, but I'm pretty sure Schuldig knew anyway. XD

And then Crawford said "it's time to go" and so he handed me a fancy new outfit and had Farf dog me to the bathroom to make sure I didn't escape out the windows while I got changed. Farf was considerably less nuts than I'd expected, and I told him so, which made him laugh.

And then....I woke up. I still don't know what they really wanted with me, except that Crawford had an inkling that I'd be needed.

Clearly this is a sign that I should do some writing before my brain explodes with good ideas.

~later

p.s. When did they change the posting interface? It's all weird and space age.