Joan the Vampire Slayer
Carpe Spuffy!
Well, well, I guess I can now be called a insane fan because I actually had a dream last night featuring a Buffyverse character. Which would probably make sense because I fell asleep watching Orpheus...
Now a disclaimer: Forgive me as creative writing isn't really my strong point:
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I'm at work as usual. I'm trying to load the dishwasher but for some reason, there's a ridiculous amount of silverware and I can't fit it all in. I'm all alone. Suddenly, a hear a knock at at the door. I yell, "We're closed!" and continue with my loading of the dishwasher.
Suddenly, I see Angel standing in the doorway of the kitchen. I say,
"Angel! How did you get in? Did you break the door? I know it wasn't unlocked." I stand up and put my hands on my hips.
"Don't worry about it. I'll pay for it. Are you almost off?"
I sigh and start fumbling with the dishes again. "Yeah. As soon as I can cram all this into the dishwasher."
Angel says,"I'm going into the back room to deal with the washing machines." I nod as if I know what he's talking about and shut the dishwasher, turn it on, and walk into the main room to close the curtains and organize the furniture. Then, I hear someone step over the broken door and yell,
"Becky? Did you know the door is broken?"
I yell back, "Yeah. Angel's here. He's in the back." I see my friend Sam (from real life) walk in like a hundred times before with his bike.
"Ah. Ok. Well, hurry up. We're going to be late for the massacre." I reply with,
"Ok, I know. I'm trying to get out of here." I yell to Angel, "Sam's putting his bike in the back because we're taking my car. You decent?"
His reply, "No! We have a major issue in here! Come quick!"
Both Sam and and I run into the back room and Angel is standing there, with a different outfit, on the phone with apparently Doyle. He mumbles something into the phone and says, gesturing wildly,
"Seriously, guys! Do you not see this issue!" Sam and I look around and shake out heads. The room appeared normal.
"We don't see anything." Angel stares at us like we're morons. Sam then says,
"Angel, it's Halloween. Hurry up if you want to come with us, we're going to be late. Becky's done closing." Angel's look of horror on his face says it all:
"It's HALLOWEEN! You kidding me? No self-respecting demon would be seen out on this night!" Sam laughs.
I say, "You're not a demon, Angel. You're a victim." Angel sighed.
Sam pipes up with,
"Well, actually, half of him is." Angel grabs Sam suddenly by the collar and hisses,
"He's not me! I'm not him! My alter-ego has nothing to do with me!"
Sam replies with "Ah, so it's not a Gothic thing?" Angel throws him across the room and stalks out saying,
"Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I should be considered to have a place in the god-damned Gothic genre!"
I help Sam up and we lock to the door behind us. We then proceed to the door and find Angel standing there waiting for us. He returns the door back on it's hinges and I lock it.
I ask Angel,
"So, you're not coming to the massacre then?" He shakes his head.
"No. Have fun. I'll see you later at Xander's."
Sam and I smile and walk away, leaving Angel standing there.
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Strange, eh? The weird thing was how realistic it was. I hardly ever remember my dreams, and I've only had one other dream ever that was Buffy-related.
Anyone else ever have a Buffy-related dream?
Now a disclaimer: Forgive me as creative writing isn't really my strong point:
--
I'm at work as usual. I'm trying to load the dishwasher but for some reason, there's a ridiculous amount of silverware and I can't fit it all in. I'm all alone. Suddenly, a hear a knock at at the door. I yell, "We're closed!" and continue with my loading of the dishwasher.
Suddenly, I see Angel standing in the doorway of the kitchen. I say,
"Angel! How did you get in? Did you break the door? I know it wasn't unlocked." I stand up and put my hands on my hips.
"Don't worry about it. I'll pay for it. Are you almost off?"
I sigh and start fumbling with the dishes again. "Yeah. As soon as I can cram all this into the dishwasher."
Angel says,"I'm going into the back room to deal with the washing machines." I nod as if I know what he's talking about and shut the dishwasher, turn it on, and walk into the main room to close the curtains and organize the furniture. Then, I hear someone step over the broken door and yell,
"Becky? Did you know the door is broken?"
I yell back, "Yeah. Angel's here. He's in the back." I see my friend Sam (from real life) walk in like a hundred times before with his bike.
"Ah. Ok. Well, hurry up. We're going to be late for the massacre." I reply with,
"Ok, I know. I'm trying to get out of here." I yell to Angel, "Sam's putting his bike in the back because we're taking my car. You decent?"
His reply, "No! We have a major issue in here! Come quick!"
Both Sam and and I run into the back room and Angel is standing there, with a different outfit, on the phone with apparently Doyle. He mumbles something into the phone and says, gesturing wildly,
"Seriously, guys! Do you not see this issue!" Sam and I look around and shake out heads. The room appeared normal.
"We don't see anything." Angel stares at us like we're morons. Sam then says,
"Angel, it's Halloween. Hurry up if you want to come with us, we're going to be late. Becky's done closing." Angel's look of horror on his face says it all:
"It's HALLOWEEN! You kidding me? No self-respecting demon would be seen out on this night!" Sam laughs.
I say, "You're not a demon, Angel. You're a victim." Angel sighed.
Sam pipes up with,
"Well, actually, half of him is." Angel grabs Sam suddenly by the collar and hisses,
"He's not me! I'm not him! My alter-ego has nothing to do with me!"
Sam replies with "Ah, so it's not a Gothic thing?" Angel throws him across the room and stalks out saying,
"Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I should be considered to have a place in the god-damned Gothic genre!"
I help Sam up and we lock to the door behind us. We then proceed to the door and find Angel standing there waiting for us. He returns the door back on it's hinges and I lock it.
I ask Angel,
"So, you're not coming to the massacre then?" He shakes his head.
"No. Have fun. I'll see you later at Xander's."
Sam and I smile and walk away, leaving Angel standing there.
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Strange, eh? The weird thing was how realistic it was. I hardly ever remember my dreams, and I've only had one other dream ever that was Buffy-related.
Anyone else ever have a Buffy-related dream?
wickedtiger86
Haha, you reminded me that when I was a teenages I was plauged with dishes dreams. I had nightmares that the kitchen that I worked in kept filling up with dishes to the ceiling and they wouldn't stop appearing until they filled the entire kitchen.
