Oh, subconscious.

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I never have slashy dreams or fandom dreams.  Ever.  So why did I dream, last night, that I had front row tickets for Les Mis, and that Colm Wilkinson gave me a giant wink right before he grabbed Michael McCarthy and kissed him to within an inch of his life?

I could be disturbed, but instead I am just amused as hell. I mean, it could've been barricade boys but noooooo. Ahaha.