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Okay, I had a really fucking strange nightmare last night.

To start with, I was sneaking back into high school for like, the day? Or visiting for fun or something? And pixxers was my teacher. I'm sorry, That part didn't suck, Pix. So she decided not to teach history because it was boring and we were having a really long conversation about The Little Mermaid instead and everyone was drawing scenes from The Little Mermaid with crayons and I somehow discovered that with the power of my mind, I could make a copy (clone?) of myself appear, and everyone else would think she was real. And also with the power of my mind I was able to make her look alarmingly like Ariel to everyone else. (She looked like a mirror image, except a bit transparent, to me. I had to concentrate to see what other people saw.) Nobody noticed she appeared out of nowhere. We pretended she was my cousin and she got involved in a lively discussion.

At first we were on the same page, and it was a bit like just having two bodies even though I couldn't actually communicate telepathically with the double or control her, because it was pretty simple to figure what was going on. But we left Pix's class and went with some girls the double had been talking to to hang out during lunch in the empty art studio they worked in, and everyone was lounging around chatting and laughing and the longer she stayed the less I could understand the double, and the more she changed. We couldn't communicate with looks anymore and she was barely paying attention to me and was being all social and laughing with these girls I didn't even like and wanted to go hang out with them on her own and they didn't even realise any similarity between the two of us. But then the art teacher came in and busted us and we decided to sneak home, but then she like... started to vanish. First she couldn't get the computer to accept her login, even though she was using my login and it worked for me. Then she just sort of got semi-transparent when we were walking; I tried to make her look like me again like that would fix it and I couldn't, and then I turned around and I couldn't see her at all. I walked the rest of the way home in this bizarre nightmarish panic attack state, wondering what had happened. I was starting to feel hunted when I woke up.

Sounds deep and meaningful, huh? Almost laughably coherent.

it's awful when your pairing cravings just go on and on.

Dear universe:

Still waiting on that Ray/Bob.

No love,
cim

At least it's better than Tim Roth/Gary Oldman, where like, two other people ever wrote any. Or actually, I guess besides wolfsage and perhael and I, there were three different people as of now? So it's not that far behind Bob/Ray after all. Which is just even more depressing. Come on, fandom, this is seriously lame. Look at them!