As if I gave normal dreams ever! (All right, I do.)

I dreamt that I was eagerly anticipating the season finale of Dollhouse, except Dollhouse was not, in fact, a show about brainwashed slaves starring Eliza Dushku, but a show by Joss Whedon with the entire cast of Firefly about Summer Glau being a not-so-crazy version of River chased by one man in particular instead of the Alliance. Sean Maher still played her brother, and the rest of the crew was still on her side.

In the season finale, fifty minutes of extended chase passed, and then the rest of the crew was lagging behind while Sean and Summer's characters ran ahead. The man who was chasing them went after Summer; she sped up, leaving Sean behind, and the man passed him and caught her arm... then claimed to be in love with her. After a few moment's conversation and Sean's character going "What the fuck?" he convinced Summer's character that he was her equal, and that she should love and marry him in return... even though he'd been killing people to get to her and all.

I was watching with other people, and they went, "Oh my God, I can't believe it's ending like THAT!" I pointed out that there were ten minutes left, so maybe Joss would pull one of his awesome twists.

There was a "twist" but it was not so awesome. It fast-forwarded to months later, with the couple celebrating with the rest of the guys. Everyone seemed happy, but then the chasing-guy stood up and held up a bag, asking which of them would fit in there. The bag was small, and only one person in the room was that flexible, so without a word Summer's character rolled up and let herself be put into the bag. Then he left, leaving the others in silence.

He got caught up in an elevator that was stuck because a woman couldn't fit all her groceries in, but he got away just before Nathan Fillion's character could get to him.

People were outraged, but I pointed out that at least it was only a season finale, so maybe it'd redeem itself. Hopefully. Because that was a really sucky season finale.

I also spent part of the dream drawing a female version of an older rock star whose band was staying with my family for the weekend. Er?

And I took Spanish with a teacher much like one of my writing teachers after I decided that German and Mandarin were not for me.

There was also something about me being a chicken-lady and married to a non-chicken dude who turned out to be evil, and smashing all the eggs I'd laid because I didn't want to have his kids. But one hatched anyway, and then there was a squirrel baby inside another, so I decided to align with the squirrels. Apparently we had previously been warring kingdoms, you see.

Also, there was a homeless guy named Leonard who died after being pushed from six hundred feet up off a building, and something about camping in snow.