I had a dream last night that I met that lovely David Tennant. I was interviewing him. He was friendly and interesting and a little bit flirty, which is, funnily enough, exactly what I imagine that he is like. He didn't remember me, though, from the other times I've met him - in my other dreams - but I suppose he meets a lot of people, in dreams. He didn't like being famous much. Poor David.And then my dream provided me with what is actually a pretty good idea for a novel, much to my surprise, and even more surprisingly I haven't forgotten it on waking up.
I only mention this to show that sometimes, my subconscious is on side. And as an excuse to print a pic of Mr Tennant in pyjamas, courtesy of those lovely folk at david-tennant.com.
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dreams are weird like that because you sometimes confuse them with reality. I remember as a teenager I dreamt I was going out with this random boy from school and I told him (in my dream) that this was just a dream and he assured me that he loved me in real life too. Imagine my surprise when he didn't give me a kiss the next day in school!
That's funny -- I dreamt you wrote a post comparing products from Marks and Spencer to Torchwood...
Now Persephone, does that sound likely? ;-)
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