What's your most interesting "Birdie" Dream...

I obviously have a warped mind ...

I have had some pretty awesome Birdie related dreams in the past. I've been the swan. I've done some pretty shameful things with certain winged heroes (especially when I was pregnant -- pg dreams are pretty aaaweeeeeeeesome) I've flown and killed and even had an Eagle baby ... but last night was something totally out there.

So yesterday was an accumulation of wierd topics, smut writing, and an awesome showing of a RL Condor playing a Wolverine... (Hugh Jackman is so my choice as a Condor -- and looks pretty hot nekkid and prowling) ...

It started in the AM with Flash and I chatting about the perversions of different races on the way to work. (The final concensus being that Asians are the most deviant with caucasions only pretending to be the most naughty -- Flash is Asian BTW, and I can definitely concur with the final assessment ....:giggle

The topic of Hentai was raised and I commented on how uncomfortable it must be to sit there and draw it day in day out ... Although it looks good...

The topic of Comics came up later with a friend. I discussed the BotP series and my distate of Tortosa's work -- to which several people absolutely agreed.

Then came the final touch ups to a smut fic...

Then was me wading through TB's offerings of naughtiness as I admired his naughty work yet again to give me some oomph for my new fic. Oh yes, TB does inspire my work sometimes...

After that was watching Wolverine ... and hearing the Gatchaman music being played throughout (the trailer music, not original music)

All of it culminated in a facinating dream that I absolutely and TOTALLY believed was real -- while I was dreaming, that is.

What happened?

So okay. I started as a Swan with a yearning for my Eagle. He was more Ken than Mark and avoided my every attempt at even talking.

In strode HJ as Jason, who was shirtless and delish. He handed me a comic and referred to it as being a swan version of porn. He told me to "enjoy" and come see him later.

Sweet!

So little swannie me settled on a beanbag in the rec room and began to flick through the first volume.

Gasp and horror it was Tortosa's work ... However ...

As I flicked through the story, that had author credits to our lovely TJ, the comic swirled and I became inside the comic as well as was reading it.

It was all about Mark, and his loneliness ... It was all about him needing his Swan and pretty much visualized my smut fic.

I wandered through each panel, I could see it on a monitor in front of me as it was read by 7-Zark-7.

Four panels still remain vivid in my mind as it flashed step by step into... um... Well, let's just say that it was only a rendering of Mark's manhood as it ... ya know ... grew

My little swannie eyes were wide as it played out before me and I heard a growl from behind me.

HJ, as Jason, stalked up the corridor with his shoulders hunched and his hands in fists either side of him. He flicked his fists as per Wolverine, and out of his knuckles grew leather whips.

They flicked and snapped the Swan into his chest and as her purred something along the lines of "Mark obviously prefers to do it on his own, while the Condor goes out and finds it" ... I got woken by a little tiny man asking for Chocolate milk...

I was actually somewhat disappointed ... it could have gotten good from there...

So. Now that I have admitted that I am a certifiable nutjob...

Share with me your most wierdest birdie dream... I know we all have active imaginations here ... so no doubt you have all had "YKYWTMGW" moments (You know you've watched too much Gatchaman when)

SJ

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Because their balls fall over their butt holes and they vapour lock.

I have not had a dream like that ... but I do tend to wake up with mission related plots.
Usually I am Mark and am doing some intense mission, although just recently poor Mark has been going through an intense torture session from a Spectran "Captain" ... I think the guy is.

My favourite dreams are ones where I am Princess watching Mark work out: on the parallel bars or the beam or practicing moves on the floor.

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Aargh, now you've got me imagining a Gatch/Top Gun crossover!

I wish I could remember my birdie dreams...I need to keep a notebook by my bed so I can remember to share!

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I've gotten a decent BotP fanfic out of a dream . . . um . . . oh-oh, I don't know if I've posted it anywhere yet. The team gets assigned to investigate why pro wrestlers are going missing, and things get a little out of hand. Of course.

I've had some good story ideas come out of dreams; others are just too friggin' weird to let out in public. But I'm currently working on/struggling with a BotP story where the opening scene is straight out of a dream. With my rate of progress, it'll be a while before it's ready, but I'll keep after it. <scribbles>

I'll be waiting too, Barrdwing! And just by posting that idea here, you've earned yourself a !

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