So last night I had this really weird dream. I was out driving around in a car with
Benjamin McKenzie from
The O.C.,
Jewel Staite from
Firefly, and
Eric Balfour from just about everything in the past ten years. (Jewel started out as
Mischa Barton, but morphed into Jewel halfway through. I guess my subconscious wasn't happy with the casting in the dream.) So we're in this big old convertible, doing a road trip through the country. And we needed to get back to the city, but we didn't know how to get there, so we pulled over to ask for directions in this run-down podunk town. We went into a barbecue restaurant and had lunch, but then realized that we didn't have money. We were going to sneak out, and everything was going as planned, until Eric decided that beating the crap out of our waiter was a good idea. Because if he beat up the waiter, then the waiter couldn't tell the manager that we didn't pay, as he'd be knocked out cold. Of course, the cops knew who did it, so we had to race across town to get back to our car, the whole time hiding from everyone because the whole community wanted revenge. And we lost Eric at one point, and Ryan, Jewel and I got into an argument about whether or not we should leave him, considering this was all his fault, but in the end we rescued him and zoomed off down the highway, hoping to escape before the townies alerted the state troopers. Very weird.
The best part? I don't even watch
The O.C. What is wrong with my brain?