Guess you had to be there.

[oselle]

So I dreamt that there was this big noreaster storm in New York and somehow Jensen Ackles gets marooned in my apartment. Only it's not the apartment I live in now, it's my parents' awful three-room tenement. In a small mercy served up by my subconscious, my parents no longer live there but my sister is living with me. We're all sitting in the living room. I'm in the recliner in front of the TV, my sister's in the chair next to me and Jensen is waaaaaaaaay over in the corner on the hideous couch. All smacked up on the edge of the hideous couch like he's trying to disappear into it and he's sitting there texting. He's wearing a white t-shirt and jeans and looks...OMG phenomenal, but he's sitting there texting and won't look up. Texting like his life depends on it.

My sister's staring at the TV, she couldn't care less that we've got Jensen Ackles in our living room. We don't even have cable, so there's not even anything good to watch. I'm absolutely horrified by the awkwardness of this situation. Bad storm, marooned Jensen, awful apartment, NO CABLE. Dear God, we're sitting there watching network. I ask Jensen if he's hungry and he just grunts at me without looking up from his Blackberry and I realize I dodged a bullet because there's no way in hell I could fathom cooking for Jensen Ackles, especially since I know there's fuck-all in the kitchen. What am I gonna do, pour the man a goddamn bowl of cornflakes?

I'm sitting there just DYING. Rain lashes the window. Some crap mutters senselessly on the tube. Over it all, Jensen texting: tick tickticktick tick ticktickticktickticktick tick tick tick.

Say something, asshole! I think frantically. Say ANYTHING! So I lean over and blurt out...and I mean I BLURT out:

"ARE YOU TEXTING JARED?!?"

And he stops texting and glances up with this...withering expression, enough to blight every darling bud of May, and he says, "Why would I be texting Jared?" and then he just shakes his head and goes back to texting.

I shrivel back into my chair totally withered by Jensen's withering look and utter scorn for myself and my idiotic question and the hallowed fantasy of J2 and fortunately I woke up before I could die of irreversible mortification.

This was a horrible dream but somehow upon waking up I found it funny and I sort of laughed about it all day but now I'm typing it out I gotta say...not all that funny.