Not allowed to dream anymore...

[digital_opium]

So I had this dream...

The Four Horsemen from Highlander were in it.

Dressed as the Village People.

Methos might have been the Indian. With a mohawk. Just a little.

So anyway, the real Village people appear. And suddenly it's all Mad Max post-apocalyptic...

Blood and guts and fighting and Methos deciding that they all needed floor length ball gowns and death and destruction. And do you know why there was a war between the faux Village people and the real ones?

Yes, you guessed it. Because there can be only one... Village People.


Clearly, a mind is a terrible thing to waste. *mumbles*

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[candygramme.livejournal.com]

My God! Now I have to write that.

*dying, imagining Kronos doing the routine for 'In the Navy'!!!*

[digital-opium.livejournal.com]

I completely forgot the part about Wesley and Giles sitting in a balcony, sort of like the old guys on The Muppet Show, and thinking, 'Uh, guys? Wrong kind of Watchers...'

Am scary. But would love to read the story. *g*

[candygramme.livejournal.com]

This is your fault. All your fault.

Sorry there's no Stadtler and Waldorf...

Dancing Fools