Ok, THAT was weird...

Am feeling a little sheepish this morning, having just found out that I apparently attacked my visiting other half in a state of semi-sleep last night... Naturally the "attack" was fairly girly and pathetic, occuring when David woke me up by climbing over me on the way back from getting some apple juice. For reasons unknown, I started screaming and hitting feebly out, apple juice went flying, and a poor shocked David (who apparently I didn't even recognise) was left to calm me down and try to make me realise it was indeed him and not some random attacker who'd penetrated my abode with nefarious intent. Needless to say, I don't remember a single thing about the whole bizarre episode...

That said, perhaps I was just justifiably annoyed he'd interrupted my quite frankly sublime dream about Robert Pattinson (who I love with a passion as burning as it is unacknowledged / unrequited). Basically I dreamt I was in 'Twilight' as Bella, and we'd found a way to turn him back from vampire to human 'Daybreakers' style by having him stab himself in the heart with a crystal blade and drinking his own spilt blood at the same time. Needless to say, at first I was absolutely overjoyed to finally be able to consummate our as yet chaste relationship (as a vampire he feared in the heat of the moment he'd lose control and accidentally bite / crush me to death), marry him and have his beautiful beautiful babies, but unfortunately as it turned out, as a human he didn't like me as much, as the scent of my blood no longer held such addictive hold over him, while from my point of view he wasn't as good-looking in his newly acquired non-vampiric state either (watching 'Remember Me' with fellow vamp-addict Kate has proven this hypothesis to be completely utterly false in real life, however.).

So all in all, sorry David for my nocturnal violence / infidelty - I do still love you really, promise!! ;-))