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Yesterday I watched the Buffy musical episode. Man, I LOVE that episode. ::wishes for Buffy dvds for Christmas/birthday:: Esp. 'cos Spikey sings. Gawd that man could sing... and look hot at the same time. ::cough:: SO... moving on. Dream: I'm in a classroom that's a combination of my old school and my new one... we're in a science lab i guess. My friends are there too... and Spike. All of a sudden.. we're in a sorta Oktoberfest... I'm talking to.. Spike about.. Buffy (?) He misses her (she died I guess) and I was trying to talk to him about other stuff. Was confusing there... Then he went on stage and started singing? I forgot the name of the song, but he sounded perdy good. yessir... Then we're walking somewhere and I'm hugging him too while we were. That felt nice. What's weird is that I could remember the feel his leather duster on my cheek and the texture of his gray sweater and the smell of him... hmm. Anyways, we stop. He's hugging me back (that felt nice) and I'm crying. Then he holds my face in my hands and looks at me straight in the eye and asks, "Where's Buffy?" And I just look at him with disbelief, shake my head, and walk away. (Stupid, Spike. :P) He looked confused and follows me. Then we're walking down my old school's hall and almost at the entrance. Then all of a sudden Buffy shows up. But.. really much younger and looking very much like a girl that goes to my school. Spike looks shocked. And Buffy jumps into his arms and smacks a good one on him. I'm just standing there feeling awkward while Giles come outta no where looking at the pair oddly. The two let go of each other with Spike looking dazed. Then all of a sudden another Buffy comes outta no where and grabs him. He looks like he's having the time of his life. Next we're walking somewhere again and it's just the two of us. I ask him how can there be two. He said he doesn't know but he likes it. Typical Spike... Man, even in my dreams I get nothing. -_-; Post a comment in response: |
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