My subconscious, as usual, seems to be on something.

Okay, weird dream time.

Seems I was Lelouch from Code Geass. I was in a classroom at Ashford, Geassing people into leaving so they wouldn't notice the Knightmare in the corner. (No, I don't know why someone parked it in the classroom. No, I don't know how it fit in the classroom either. It looked like it was hanging on the coatrack, actually. Yay dream logic.)

Finally it was just me and CC. For whatever reason, while we were there and alone, I decided to zap her with a Geass just to get her to tell me, honestly, what she thought of me romantically. (Yes, I know Lelouch's Geass doesn't work on CC.) Rousing success: she admitted she was head over heels for me (which I guess means even my subconscious is a Lelouch/CC shipper). Then she approached, I took her in my arms... and then the door opened and in burst a shapeless mass of blue fur and googly eyes.

That's right, I dreamt I got cock-blocked by the damn Cookie Monster.

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Spotted on mullenkamp's journal:

When you see this, quote Douglas Adams in your journal.

"The first ten million years were the worst... and the second ten million years, they were the worst, too. The third ten million I didn't enjoy at all. After that I went into a bit of a decline." - Marvin