CC Dreams

[jencoulson]

OMG, I just had the best dream...

It's my senior year at Cambridge University. On Christmas break, I'm walking home through the moor when I see a guy being mugged by these crazy girls. I run over and do some Buffy-ish moves on them until they leave. Then I help the guy. He has small wound on his head, so I offer to get him bandaged up at my cottage, which is just over the hill. He accepts, so I bring him home and tell him to lie down. Then I clean his head and give him some tea. We start talking and realize we have a lot in common, including a love of Shakespeare. We go sit in my library and read Romeo and Juliet. At the kiss scene, he kisses me. Being a perfect gentleman, he then apologizes. I kiss him back. Ahh...Later, I'm out walking the dog. When I come back, he's made pasta for me!!!!!!!!!! We go outside on the balcony add enjoy a delicious candlelit dinner. He thanks me for saving him, and asks how he can repay me...A few minutes later, we're in bed (I know, I know, I'm a pervert). The next morning, he brings me breakfast in bed. Then he says he wants to take me to his "special place" on the moor. We walk out over the hills a bit, and come to this lake, which happens to be my special place as well! We sit and talk for awhile. Then a herd of wild horses comes by to graze. Christian has befriended one of the horses, and introduces me. We go back to talking when it suddenly starts snowing heavily. We make snowmen and snowangels, and have a terrific snowball fight. Then we each go to our own homes to get cleaned up. We meet for dinner later on, and he gives me an engagement ring, which happens to look a lot like the ring in the Lord of the Rings movie...

Isn't that the best dream?? If you have any to share, use this thread.

[Mandragora]

I have already shared my CC dream in another thread, and it's anything but like yours.

Hehe, the dream looks like it's out of a romantic fiction, the type where Fabio poses on the covers, hehehe. If I were to have a romantic dream with Christian in it, it'll be something like out of My So-Called Life, where there are lines like:

"He closes his eyes like it hurts to look", and the VERY romantic line,

"You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you."

... and then we're on this isolated tree-lined avenue at night with just the streetlamps illuminating us. Christian would be standing on the other side of the street, and me on the other, with a cool haze between us. The dream is not going to be like a long event, but more of like a moment.

And then as the ending of the dream, one of us drops dead. HAHAHAHA. I am such a sucker for tragedies

[jencoulson]

Nothing personal, but I hope it's not CC!

[Mandragora]

jencoulson said:

Nothing personal, but I hope it's not CC!

Okay, so I drop dead and then he dissolves. If not, evaporates. Oops, he's not liquid, so... what is that frigging process, the solid counterpart of evaporation? Okay, so after THAT, he precipitates. EEW.

And then the Moonlight Sonata plays. Oh dear.

[Sampaguita]

That process is called "sublimation."

A good CC dream would be him chasing me through the streets of Los Angeles, torn between his desire to kill me or to love me... In the end, I wind up dead, but nobody knows whether or not he actually killed me.

An ideal CC fantasy would be-- hmmm, do I have to even say? "... in a transparent composition that confused or reforged our bodies and faces, making us one and contrasting us, not only the skin-to-skin contact, but also [our] smells, the fragrance of [his] skin as [he] left the bathroom the night before....."

But then this my ideal fantasy-mold featuring most of the guys I think are pretty hot. (hope this doesn't get deleted)

(the quote courtesy of Mr. Federico Campbell and his novella "Everything About Seals"... the translation of his book 'Tijuanenses' courtesy of Debra Castillo)

[Rosie]

I had a bit of a CC dream aswell...it was ABSOLUTELY FANTABULOUS...er...not really...it involved me sitting on the sofa and watching him on TV...

[Mandragora]

Hmm... I am just wondering what if any of us just sees Christian walking on the street? For real, that is. Scream? Choke? Stammer? Attack him? Stop dead in the tracks and freeze? Faint?

If reflexes can only be CONTROLLED and PLANNED (right!), I think when that moment comes I'll probably have some initial shock and then maintain my cool. Then follow him, tap him in the shoulder, introduce myself and ask him for coffee or tea or fruitshake or anything he fancies. Something like,

"Christian Coulson. Hello. I am *Mandragora*. I hope you don't mind, but I would love to have tea with you, whenever possible. Right now? Yes, right now."

*Kinda reminds me of this crazy dance music called "Would you?". The line goes, though: "I find you very attractive... would you, uhm... would you go to bed with me? " *

Oh heck, I'll probably undergo some drastic fusion (melting) alá Amelié in "Amelié"!!!

[MrsRiddle]

lol Mandragora!

i remember that song - i was singing that the other day when we were talking about old crappy cheesy songs. ;D

i think if i saw him i'd say hi and tell him i thought the way he portrayed the character of Tom Riddle was amazing and then i'd realsie i was talking too much and making a fool out of myself! so i'd just say could i buy you a coffee or a donut? no? ok can i just have your autograph because i know it will be worth a lot in years to come!

or i might just run away as fast as possible when i say hi. cos i've done that before!

[jencoulson]

I think if I ever saw him, I'd probably run over and beg him to marry me. Or try to act cool and end up sounding like a freak.

[Mandragora]

Okay, okay, ways to PROPOSE to Christian:

Midnight. He is surfing the internet. I hack his system and then a pop up comes (imagine The Matrix) 'Hello Chrstian Coulson'. Of course he'll freak out. The another pop out, 'You're in a bit of a surprise'. Pause. Then 'Ding-dong'. In a fraction of a sec his buzzer goes ding-dong. Christian panickly looks around him, the computer screen, the doorway. As Christian starts to stand up to answer the door, another pop-up goes 'Follow the white roses'.

He slowly walks to the door and cracks it open. No one in sight. But at his foot starts a trail of white roses. Curiously, he follows it. The trail of white roses goes around the district, winding. Christian picks the roses up on the way. The trail leads him to the edge of the isolated river bank, with the moon low and full. He looks around him, a bouquet of at least a hundred white roses in his arms. His breaths come out in like a smoke in a cool dragon's nostrils.

I step out of the shadows (like Tom Riddle in the Chamber scene) and say, "Hi, it's me." There's a good fifteen meters between us, and he squints in the darkness as he tries to make out my figure from the light of the nearby streetlamp and the pale illumination of the moon.

He says, "Hello. Good evening... er, good morning. Is there something I can do for you?"

I smile back at him lazily, stepping into a shaft of light. Then I turn my back on him and start to walk away. He runs after me, but he never sees me. I disappeared, like that in a dream and in a nightmare.

His curiosity of me grips his heart and has formed a relationship with the memory of me and the river and the pale moon and the white roses that has started to wilt in a vase above his television. He now knows what it's like to be a cat caught in the web of curiosity. It kills.

Then after some time, lounging in front of television, he is watching segments of the Canes Film Festival Awards. He sees the young woman who bagged the Palm D'or for Best Picture. Then he remembers. And he knows. Now it's his turn to find with how far the trail of the white roses took him, how can he continue the trail and find out where it finally leads him.

YEAH RIGHT.

*listening to Norah Jones' rendition of "Nearness of You"... "It's not the pale moon that excites me..."*

[jencoulson]

Wow, Mandragora!!! That's really good. Very mysterious...

[Sampaguita]

That was great... ::thinks of a way to top that, then gives up::

[jencoulson]

Virtually impossible. Mandragora, you should be a writer!

[Mandragora]

THAT almost became I reality, I almost did that to this creep. ;D Well, ALMOST. I guess I kinda want it to happen someday to that creep, but only the Cannes part. You know, SCHAUDENFREUDE. (is my spelling correct?)

Sigh. It would be romantic to have it happen to someone who deserves it anyway. Funny... Christian just make me think of.... THINGS.

[jencoulson]

Do any of you know about The Fallen? He wrote it at Cambridge.