Recent shopping, idleness, and a contribution from my rich dream life

Spent way too much money recently on the Chamber of Secrets soundtrack, a Best of Bowie compilation album which ROCKS, and a Love Actually DVD. So YAY for graduation money. Still no jobs on the horizon yet, but I'm turning in an application tomorrow, and no newspaper is safe from my pawing little hands. I've been spending my days cleaning the house out of boredom, watching Dark Shadows videos and HGTV intermittently, and cooking strange and unusual things which I then eat sitting cross-legged in front of the TV. Tea is being consumed at an alarming rate, I've had lovely milk baths each week for the last three weeks, and my legs actually got shaved today.In other words, I am bored.I've been dreaming a lot, though, since I'm sleeping longer than usual. The other night I had a fucking fantabulous dream about Viggo Mortensen which I am going to share with you all because I'm nice like that. I think I'll use an LJ cut, though, to spare all those who don't really give a crap about my nocturnal fantasies. . . here you go.I was dreaming that I was climbing up a ladder for some odd reason with a friend of mine, and we were carrying an unconscious Viggo dressed up as Aragorn (like in TT), a circumstance about which we were oddly calm. We were discussing religion, of all things, and when we got to the top of the ladder, we laid Viggo down and went to sit in some armchairs. Viggo (having lost his Aragorn outfit on the way) followed and we sat down. Conversation:Me: Isn't is sad how people hate Christmas?Friend: You hate Christmas?Me: Not at all, I love Christmas, but some people don't.Viggo: I don't.Me: See?Friend: But it brings people from other religions together . . .(Viggo and I look at each other, confused)Friend: It's like a tri-religion holiday, there's something for everyone.Me: Not necessarily for everyone . . .(Viggo leans forward, trying to reach something behind me. I try to give him his space, but he stops, very close to me)Viggo: Red hair . . .Me: (surprised) Yes.Viggo: It's nice to meet you.Then he leans forward as if to kiss my cheek, so I turn my cheek so he can and close my eyes. He does kiss my cheek, but then he presses his lips very softly to my lips so quickly that the only way I know he did it is that I can still feel it when I open my eyes, and he's smiling crookedly at me. At which point I wake up from the shock of it.Eee. So yeah. I'll be back in if anything interesting happens in my life (not likely). Toodles!