Yeah, and um *cough* that's all YOUR fault... seeing as how he always wants to talk to Liz.

So I can blame you for losing my mind right?

Okay, another of my awesome, fantastic Brendan-dreams (dunno which part of "dream about Michael" my brain didn't understand, but oh well...):

We were running around Lisbon, me and three friends of mine, because we knew Brendan was in town; apparently because his mother had opened a shop somewhere (don't sue me, I told you I was delusional). So we finally see him in a park where he was talking to some movie production officials who made him choose I dunno what, promotion photos or so. There was a bunch of people outside the park waiting for him to come out.
When he finally did, no one dared to ask him for an autograph, and people just started discretely walking off in the direction they thought Brendan would take. he was just standing around.

Since I felt utterly stupid there, I told my friend we had to go in the opposite direction people were taking cause I had told another friend I would meet him at a hairdressers a bit down the street. So we start walking, me not daring to look at Brendan, and he just follows us like it's completely normal.

We walk into the hairdressers and sit down, Brendan next to me (I think I was close to a heart-attack by then. He was pretty short and not as muscular as he is in the dream BTW. I remember talking to my friend about it; she was totally disappointed.)
So I say to myself, I can't just be sitting next to Brendan and not talk to him, otherwise I'll forever kick myself and will have nothing to tell on FD (it's true, I always dream about FD as well! ). So I start small-talk, and he was pretty silent, I think he was really tired. At some point he just leaned forward and put his head on the upper half of my back, like he was using it as a pillow. So I half turned my head, and he said: "Just resting."
I said: "Okay. Is it at least comfortable?"
He said: "Yup."

WHAT?! I know it's silly, but a girl can dream, can she? It's not my fault my brain is fried.

After a minute he took his head away and started reading a mag while we were waiting for my friend to finish at the hairdressers. So there he is, totally relaxed, reading, and talking to me. It was very cool.

And just when I thought, OMG, I'm sitting here talking to Brendan Fehr, I began to wake up. I literally felt myself rolling out of the dream, like I was aware of the fact that I was gonna wake up and was just begging, not yet, let me live the illusion for five more minutes...

See now why you can NEVER let Brendan onto this board, Bunnie? It's waaay too embarrassing.

Wow, sounds like you had a very interesting dream, Stalker. Wish I had a Jason dream. Oh well, had a few Roswell ones recently so I'm satisfied.

Hmmm... I find it rather scary. This is the second Brendan-dream I have had in about two weeks...This obsession thing is getting the rest of me. And I don't even obsess about Brendan anyway! This is so not healthy. It makes me want to not wake up for a very long time.

Dreamy - That was sweet!

Awwww, Cory... , You know , too...

Jenny?! OMFG! That is downright TERRIBLE!


Stalker-- LOVE your dream!
And it's not NEAR as delusional as mine are. Or is that Max? No, he's in mind.. agh.. hell... It's a sickness for sure.

Awww, guys all too.

Jenny- That must have been horrible. Doctor Dreamy to the rescue! I can't believe the skank is resorting to turning Dreamers into Rebels. That's SO not gonna happen.

Very good, Jenny! Stay strong!