So, apparently I don't trust my newfound Supernatural love yet. Here I was about to make a post about how much I love this show, and that it really isn't bad at ALL, that even Wendigo wasn't that bad, that so many of the conversations that seemed really horrible before all make sense now.
And then...
Well, I was watching Supernatural, I'm halfway through my second/third watching of season 1, and then I fell asleep on my couch.
And I dreamt that I saw an episode with a murdering ghost TRUCK in which Dean meets a girl he LOVES and TALKS about loving her with Sam and she didn't even DIE! though I sure wanted her too. And the SAM DROVE DEAN'S CAR.
Good thing it was only a dream.
Scary, scary dream.
I'll watch the next real episode on the DVDs now, to get it out of my head. Oh look, it's called "Nightmare", how fitting.
And then...
Well, I was watching Supernatural, I'm halfway through my second/third watching of season 1, and then I fell asleep on my couch.
And I dreamt that I saw an episode with a murdering ghost TRUCK in which Dean meets a girl he LOVES and TALKS about loving her with Sam and she didn't even DIE! though I sure wanted her too. And the SAM DROVE DEAN'S CAR.
Good thing it was only a dream.
Scary, scary dream.
I'll watch the next real episode on the DVDs now, to get it out of my head. Oh look, it's called "Nightmare", how fitting.