Weird dream
Feb. 16th, 2004 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpWoke up this morning to dreaming that the Black Ops had shoved APTX 4869 down Hattori's throat while he was sitting down at this cafe. He's sprawled partly across the table he was sitting at, foaming at the mouth, eyes wide open and staring as smoke wisps off him.
I (as some sort of Shin'ichi/Conan hybrid) dashed into the cafe and demanded coffee, cool enough to drink imediately. The lady behind the counter thought I was weird, but did so, adding lots of sweetner and putting it in a tall glass. I impaitently pay her and ran out, only fo find Hattori perfectly okay.
So I wake up in RL and wander out into the kitchen to make toast, pondering on this while the Voices continue the dream in the back of our head, and they start musing on if a blood transfusion( Kudo's A and Hattori's O, would work the other way around), or an exchange of DNA would cure that when the scene finishes. (yes, mind-movies are fun)
Turns out Hattori did the only thing he could think of... induce vomiting and upchucked that sucker right up. So he's a bit younger than before, but nothing too bad. And the coffee is a good way to clear the taste outta his throat, but watch out and don't step in the mess. Ew.
Which leaves me, for some really strange reason, craving coffee. And we hate the taste of coffee. Blech.
I (as some sort of Shin'ichi/Conan hybrid) dashed into the cafe and demanded coffee, cool enough to drink imediately. The lady behind the counter thought I was weird, but did so, adding lots of sweetner and putting it in a tall glass. I impaitently pay her and ran out, only fo find Hattori perfectly okay.
So I wake up in RL and wander out into the kitchen to make toast, pondering on this while the Voices continue the dream in the back of our head, and they start musing on if a blood transfusion( Kudo's A and Hattori's O, would work the other way around), or an exchange of DNA would cure that when the scene finishes. (yes, mind-movies are fun)
Turns out Hattori did the only thing he could think of... induce vomiting and upchucked that sucker right up. So he's a bit younger than before, but nothing too bad. And the coffee is a good way to clear the taste outta his throat, but watch out and don't step in the mess. Ew.
Which leaves me, for some really strange reason, craving coffee. And we hate the taste of coffee. Blech.
