Last night, I dreamt that Rachel from The Dark Knight was Michael Scofield's half-sister, and Michael Scofield, who was incredibly evil for some reason, had sex with her and strategically became engaged to her and manipulated her into doing something so bad for him (I can't remember what) that she ended up possibly facing the death penalty (THAT'S RIGHT; INCREDIBLY EVIL MICHAEL SCOFIELD GOT A FAMILY MEMBER ONTO DEATH ROW. I DO NOT THINK MY SUBCONSCIOUS QUITE UNDERSTANDS THE PREMISE OF PRISON BREAK), and then he travelled around Germany with a disapproving James Wilson, stealing cement trucks.

I woke up thinking 'Man, what was I just dreaming about? I know it would have made an amazing fanfic,' and then I remembered and wrote it down and, er, yes. Not exactly amazing fanfic material. (Has there ever been an, er, event (ficathon? Meme? I don't know) in which people comment with summaries of their most surreal fandom dreams and then other people write terrible fanfics based on them? Would it work? Probably not.)

Then I fell asleep again, and this time Rachel had sex with T-Bag. OH, RACHEL, WILL YOU NEVER LEARN? (In fact, here is a slightly alarming quotation from the notebook I scribbled the dream down in:

Rachel, although she seems to be in her thirties or thereabouts most of the time, occasionally fluctuates between this and being a fourteen-year-old when talking to T-Bag. At one of the fourteen-year-old points - presumably just before the sex - she asks a (very obviously a hint) question that basically boils down to 'Why do you never see guys like you having sex with girls like me?'; T-Bag's answer basically boils down to 'vigilant babysitters'.

MY SUBCONSCIOUS IS CREEPY.)

In other news (blacked out due to spoilers for 'No Rest for the Wicked', the Supernatural season-three finale; highlight to read (and don't click the links if you don't want to be spoiled, either. Well, you can click the link to wanttobeatree's journal, but don't click 'one' or 'two')):