Too much cabin fic?

As some of you know, I've gone on a bit of a bender lately when it comes to due South fanfic. I missed most of it the first time around, and I may have gotten a bit...obsessed is such a strong word....but well, obsessed I seem to be. So it really shouldn't come as any surprise that last night I had a long involved dream about being snowed in with my entire family and a bunch of other people and a couple of babies and Paul Gross. I'm still not sure whether it was PG or Fraser, but whoever he was he was delightful. We played with the babies.  We went looking for books to read (we both like Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster, as it turns out). We looked all around for things we could wrap up and give as emergency Christmas presents (snowed in, remember?). He gave me a magazine that had a picture of Jon Huertas in it in kind of a leather vest thing, and we talked about how much we liked Castle and about Ryan/Esposito. At one point the house sort of turned into a hotel and a maid walked by and I introduced her to him as my sister-in-law. But then I got flustered and all giggly, because I don't even have a sister-in-law. We laughed.

No sign of either Ray however.

I guess this means I should ease up on the cabin fic. Or not.