This dream could have been a lot better

So, as some of you may remember, yesterday sweeneybird attempted to make me feel better by suggesting that I needed to lean back against Flanigan's (and I quote) "manly nekkid furry chest". I agreed that this sounded like a splendid idea. Much to my surprise Mr. Flanigan did appear in my dreams last night, but it was not nearly as exciting as that sounds.

It started in a large hotel suite, where I was staying (I think with someone else) at some sort of professional conference. For some reason Joe Flanigan was there, had needed somewhere to spend the night because they had messed up his reservation, and they had put him in with me and my roommate(s). In the morning I could hear him rushing around getting ready, so I peeked out of my room. He was dressed in a blue suit and tie and kept rushing back and forth to the bathroom and kitchenette, etc. He did carry shaving things with him at one point and a towel, other times he had coffee and/or a newspaper. He would wave as he rushed by, once yelling "thanks again for the room".

I wanted to come out into the living area, but I was shy. Also I was embarassed because I had on a long flannel granny nightgown with a high collar! I even thought to myself "why am I wearing this Little House on the Prairie nightgown"? I was mortified. So I think I just stood in the doorway of my room and waved back at Joe and said "no problem about the room, glad to help".

He said "See you downstairs!" and rushed out. The scene then changed, and I was out in the street where there was some sort of parade or gathering of some sort. There were different crowds of people. On one corner was a group of women with signs. Someone told me "Those are David Caruso fans. They call themselves McCrainiacs". I said "That's stupid. His character's name is Horatio Caine, not Crain". (IMPORTANT NOTE: I have watched CSI Miami three times in my whole life, always because of some guest star I wanted to see e.g. Joe Flanigan. Why do I even know David Caruso's character's name, much less use it to make up fan group names???!!!)

Anyway, so I went on to say that the McCrainiacs were pathetic and sad, because they were fans of David Caruso, for god's sake, who wasn't even cute. While I was a fan of Joe Flanigan who was totally hot AND I had just let him stay in one of my extra rooms in my hotel suite and who I knew was nice and polite in the morning. Everyone I was with agreed loudly. We waited for Joe to appear. The McCrainiacs were still shouting. The street was full of people.

The End.

I am slightly disgruntled. With the image of Nekkid Joe Chest planted firmly in my mind, I feel I deserved a better dream than a fully clothed JF (although the suit was nice, and the coffee and newspaper a nice touch) and a Little House on the Prairie nightgown. And David Caruso, get the hell out of my subconscious in any way, shape, or form. Obviously I need a book on active dreaming.

McCrainiacs? WTF? Oh, maybe they were supposed to be McKAYniacs! But I wouldn't think they were pathetic. Oh, brain, you are so funny.