Date: 2004-06-28 09:08 am (UTC)
The other day, when I was working way too hard on my angsty Bush fic, I dreamed as Bush. Except that it was Bush's mind in my body, in the dream. So I dreamed I was at boarding school, and there was some guy sneaking in and stealing stuff from peoples' rooms while they slept, and then I (being driven by Bush's brain) got up and followed the guy and then beat about seventeen different types of shit out of him and worked out a whole heap of built up frustration and anger that Bush had.

Which, well, it was odd. Because *I* wouldn't do that. I don't usually have those sorts of dreams. It was Bush's dream, sort of.
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