That was totally bizarre.

Okay, I just had a very peculiar dream.

The main "plot" was both mildly distressing and rather banal, at least for a dream. For some reason, all of my friends were in New Zealand, or going to New Zealand together, or something like that; I decided I would follow them there as soon as I could, as something I can't remember was holding me back from going with them right away. And I did, checking my bags - and ... a kitten? A black-and-white one, I think, even though I have no such cat - and catching the plane.

Except it took me to Antarctica, instead of New Zealand - I caught the wrong one, I think, rather than catching the right one but having it go to the wrong place, because when I got there I did not have my bags. Or my kitten, about whom I was very worried. I left the plane (there wasn't really much of an airport to speak of) and ... went to school, as one does when one has somehow been accidentally routed to Antarctica.

Here's the peculiar part: somewhere between the plane and the school setting, this turned into J2 fic. I kid you not. Suddenly it wasn't me anymore, it was (god, this is SO WEIRD) Jensen, whose parents had just been assigned to the research labs on Antarctica, and he was all nervous about having to penetrate the weird insular social group that all the scientists' kids had formed, and one kid was totally being or going to be a jerk to him, except then Jared, who had been living there for ages, decided to help him out, and sat with him in class! IDEK. *hands*

And then, suddenly, as soon as the sitting down happened, it was me again - no Jensen, no Jared, just me with my notebook, waiting for class to start and writing, "Shit. Shit, I was supposed to go to New Zealand," in my notebook. In the gibberish alphabet that I usually use to write notes to myself, no less - ( cut for explanation. )

??!?!?!!??!?! I'm not exactly a tinhat, but I do read a lot of J2 fic, I admit it. However, I spent most of yesterday mainlining some classic K/S; at no point did I read any J2. I had a Jack/Daniel Stargate dream, once, but that was after an SG-1 marathon, and also the dream was continuous; I've never had my brain suddenly flick to the slash channel mid-dream, and then flick back! It was SO BIZARRE.

Clearly today is going to be weird.

I can never resist these things.

( Cut for quiz results. )

So, that's pretty ... hugely inaccurate. "Verbal" does apply under certain circumstances, I guess, and definitely the part about larger-than-life imagination. But the rest? Not so much.

Birthday-related stuff for me is pretty much always off, because I was born August 3rd, and am therefore a Leo; a lot of the time, that gives me the red-cinnamon-sports car-extrovert kind of results on online quizzes. Evidently being born in August ought to somehow mystically preclude debilitating shyness and a preference for green.

Today was not actually super weird, despite this morning's prediction, although it did involve more use of a push-mower than I was maybe expecting. Mostly, I watched Joan of Arcadia, since it was SciFi's show of the day; I had forgotten just how much I love that show, and it was good to remember. I'm pretty much a total atheist, but I still enjoy a lot of the things JoA has to say about God and life and people. I still don't think I've seen all of the episodes yet, so I'm not up on everything that was going on near the end of the show, but. The first season and change, at least, I heart muchly.

Aaaaand now it's time for dinner. Shiny.