In bed...


I dreamed about Erik.

It's kind of hard to explain if you haven't read Chapter 2 of "Romanticide", which is a phanfic a friend of mine wrote. Because it was like the Erik from there (Except he was like...either Italian or Spanish instead of French. European, nonetheless ) had been in the dream.

Frankly, I don't know WHERE we were in this crazy-as-hell dream, but it was like...a hotel/mall. I think we were on a field trip. Of some sort...and I don't know HOW we got our hands on a Time Machine.

But we did.

And I don't even REMEMBER going back in time to get Erik, he was just there and some girl (who I know in real life, and is NOT an Erik-lover) was like "LOOK! I GOT THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!" And then I glomped him. As did several other girls who were phans in the dream and not in real life. Which pissed me off. And I looked at this "Erik" and said to the girl, "How is this Erik? His face is like...perfect!" and she was like, "You can change what people from the past look like. I just made him prettier."

That pissed me off, too. I want my Erik DEFORMED, dammit!

But he was still Erik. He was also too old for a 15-year-old (if we were to do anything, The Man would say it's "rape". Gosh, I hate The Man...), so I found out you can apparently change people's ages if they come from the past. So I made him 16. I know, I'm evil. And, I'll tell you, this Erik had gone through quite an ordeal, being kidnapped and transformed and young-ified and glomped by a bunch of hormonal teenage girls. He was creeped out.

And apparently, there's a side-effect to time travel: nausea. So later that night, poor Erik was feeling sick. (All of us girls had used the time machine before, so we were used to it. Erik wasn't. It's kinda like apparating in the Harry Potter series, I guess.) And, well...he got sick. And...well, I can't say it in a particularly nice way. He upchucked. All the other girls were like, "Ewwww, stay away from the sick kid!" I, however, being the sweet maternal-type girl that I am, helped him clean up and change into fresh clothes. Ain't I a doll? After that, everything's a blur until I get to the end of the dream. I remember we had said things about Christine. And we talked about stuff. And then someone said that he had to go back, because without him there would be no PotO novel, movies, or musical. I don't know WHY I cared about this, because I would rather have Erik than a bunch of crap about him. But unfortunately, since my dreamself is an idiot, I agreed (reluctantly) to take him back. And when we were going to the time machine, I remembered that I had never heard Erik sing. So I asked him to sing for me.

Holy. Crap.

I listen to opera all the time, and I know I had never heard anything like it! It was the most beautiful sound I had ever freaking heard! And then before he got back into the time machine, he made me promise to come back and visit him, because he loved me. (I cried.) And so after he left, I started meandering around the mall part of the hotel/mall, and found that they had some (very expensive) 19th century-styled dresses. So I bought a pretty black one. And a nice ivory one. And one that looked like Claudia's blue dress in Interview with the Vampire, when they were showing the little montage of Louis and Claudia traveling around after Lestat...well, I won't spoil it. And then we went back home, and found out that someone was building a house in our side-yard. (My parents bought two lots when they built our house, so the side-yard is HUGE.) And Erik wasn't mentioned after that. But I DID suddenly look like Roseline Harvey from my phanfic. And that pleased me. I mean, who WOULDN'T want to look like Nicole Kidman? She's gorgeous!

So it was a great frickin' dream until my mom woke me up. With STARBUCKS!!!