Apparently I've taken up talking in my sleep again.

Which is cool.

'Cept apparently I creeped my boyfriend out so much he couldn't sleep.

From what he just told me, I'm guessing in was in SPN mode. We just watched the end of S4 and I kept purring all night. (Although, I feel bad for Sam. He was wrong, okay, but he really was trying to do the right thing. Dean's never going to let him hear the end of it. When Sam was ready to give himself up. Like Dean did, except to save teh world, not only his brother (although he would have too). One act is selfish and the other altruistic.... just saying.. I hope Dean isn't too hard on him.)

Anyway... apprently I talked about how Sam was getting possessed every five minutes, which... wtf?

The thing is, maybe it was sleep, but my voice was raspy and very low according to David (I've got to stop almost slipping and call him Dean. Seriously, he needs to change intitials), like scary low. Which I know is possible since I've played some parts were I used a very low, very authoritary voice that isn't the one I speak with usually.

But the best part is... wait for it... when (remember we watched the end of S4 last night) my voice dropped even lower and I purred out something like "finally... I'm finally back."

Wow... channeling my inner Lucifer, here. *giggles*

I like. I mean, it's weird, but it's awesome. Fun.

Is it wrong that spooking my boyfriend amuses me?

Or tease him and telling him he's bisexual even though he doesn't know it? (Come on, I tell the guy I dreamt I was making out with Jensen (WOOT!!! btw. He is one gifted man...) and he goes "Hm, that would be nice." and when I smirk he goes. "For you! Dammit.") It's going to come bite me in the ass the day he dumps me so he can try guys.
Meh... maybe I could tape that.
*whacks head* Okay, I gotta stop thinking when I start channeling Mike.

 Why do I have gay porn stuck in my head?

I mean... not that I mind, honestly... but mayeb I talk in my sleep sometimes, you know... or something, and it makes me weird to think about it because some might think it makes me a freak.

I might think that.

But, hey... last night... I dreamt of Alex and Zach making out... *thinks* Maybe it was Vampire Eric and Sylar, I don't know exactly... But my point is... okay, that was hot...

But still!! I'm not a guy having a gay crisis! *ducks an eyebrow at Jensen* Right?

And yeah... okay, on the gay/bi territory I'm pretty much settled because *AWWWW WINNN!!!* the dream ended with me sandwitched between Jensen A (as in Ackles if you're a noob, or just Fuckin' A otherwise) and Lauren Cohan. *drools* 
It seems that the lack of living with my bf has my brain in compensation overdrive. Awesome!

Speaking of... I'm moving in monday!

 Ok, this isn't the first time that I had a sexy dream, hell... I'm 21. This also isn't the first time I had a dream involving people from my fandoms. On some occurences, I'm one of them, or more like a spectator in a body.
Last night I was Peter Petrelli. Granted, I was hooking up with Sylar -Hell, don't I dream of shagging Quinto at least once a week these days?-, but I was still a guy. It happens sometimes, but it's weird to remember your.... male parts... when you're a chick.
Anyway... as weird as it may seem, this is not the weirdest part.
The wierdest part of all, was that when I woke up... I had my lower lip twitching and moving just like Milo's. It took me over an hour to be able to smile and speak without my lip going sideways.
*thinking*
What the hell did I do with my mouth -all by myself- all night to make my muscles remember so much that position?
Or was I just possessed? Or did my body think I was Peter?
*rofl*
My life is just so wack.