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I had a dream last night where I was in New York with Lilah, Lorne and Sark (from Alias. I'm fairly meh on Alias - although my hatred of Vaughn and connorbeast's equally vitriolic despisal of Will makes it fun to watch - and it more or less lost me forever a few weeks ago when the word 'soulmates' was uttered, but dear lord, Sark Sark Sark. And my beloved Sloane.) We went to a carnival - no, wait, it was a carnival with the Burning Man festival going on in the background. See what fic research does for my subconscious? Lilah bought me cotton candy and booze. Then I got home and Spike and Angel were shagging in my bed, so in the dream I came on LJ to post about it. Which is quite a worrying thing to happen in a dream and may indicate that I'm not getting enough fresh air.

Stuff to sign up for:
Gwen Ficathon
Warren Ficathon
Polyfic Ficathon (threesomes or moresomes, multifandom).

Lots of people have to sign up for the Polyfic one so they can write my Happy Days Fonzie/Mr. C/Mrs. C request.