My beloved Dr. House/Hugh Laurie is now the new Captain of the DreamBoat(tm), walking Russell Crowe right off the plank as of last night.
3 appearances in my dreams would entitle anyone to the top position, don’t you think?
In my dream last night, Dr. House was Dr. House, not Hugh Laurie. House and I had been friends for a long time. Of course, we were out and about when we walked up to this community center type facility.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” His mischievous blue eyes twinkled.
It was an origami exhibition. You know, the crazy elaborate and complicate ones? And today was a special session when the artists teach you how to make these great works for VIPs only.
I of course lost my shit and ran squealing to the nearest learning station. House watched me sped off with a smile and moved on to another station.
When I finally came to from the joyous delirium, I came back to find him working on a piece of paper at one of the tables. He looked up when I approached and kept his eyes on the paper as I took the seat next to him.
“I love you,” he said without looking up.
“You heard me.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. Then he kissed me.
“I’m in love with you.”
I just stared at him. His blue eyes still sparkled but gone serious.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Did that feel like I was kidding?”
“But, you know I’m…?”
“But, you can’t…?”
“Well. I just want you to know that I’m in love with you. What you’re going to do with that information is up to you.”
I searched those eyes, looking for something that would betray him. Everybody lies, right? He clearly must be fucking with me. But there was nothing in those eyes to say that he’s lying. He really meant what he just said.
“Um. Thank you?”
“You’re welcome.” He looked back down on his piece of paper, crumpled it up and tossed it to the floor.
“Now, where do you want to go for lunch?”
We walked out of that place as if nothing changed at all. In my head, I was going crazy. House loves me. ME! But I’m married. What am I going to do. But I’m so happy right now. He loves ME, like really loves me! That’s insane!
I didn’t want to know what’s next so I made myself wake up.
And I was surprised to find that I was smiling.
ETA:Â Hilarity ensued my horoscope in the LA Times reads:
Scorpio (Oct. 24-Nov. 21): If your feelings are not reciprocated, take heart. Love is never lost. It will always return to you — maybe not from the direction you’d like, but it will return to you from somewhere.