saifai | David B's Socks

I would have mentioned this in my last post, but figured this deserved a post all it's own. In an unusual break from the monotony of my dreams of my ex-husband, I had an odd dream about David Boreanaz...

...and his socks.

o.0

Odd, I know.

We were on the run from someone (what's new in my dreams?). I don't remember who, but I know we were clearing out of our latest safe house. I grabbed our four cats (two who I recognized as my own), but that didn't end up working well. I dropped them and grabbed two other squirming bundles of something I don't remember, and struggled out the house with my four crazy cats following me like baby ducks.

I remember the house was on a beach front. It was a fairly big house. I got the cats and the squirming bundles loaded in the car. I ran back to the house to get something else, something I'd forgotten.

I found David sitting on a stool on the front deck struggling with a pair of odd socks to get them on. His feet were wet. The socks didn't want to go on.

He hadn't done a thing to help us get ready to leave. They were coming!

I opened my mouth to start yelling and nagging, and then I woke up.

Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me. I have the weirdest dreams.