Dream

Last night I dreamed I was Natasha. We were living in the Stark "mansion" (it was just a really big house, not a tower, more like a smaller version of Professor X's place) and was on the roof. Clint found me or escaped from being kidnapped or something and we had a cuddle session on the roof (because I'm super into platonic, asexual soulmate relationships right now in which the two people manage to entwine themselves together completely without any intent other than comfort [although there is sometimes kissing]). For some reason, however, he was turned into Darth Maul (or at lest looking like him). Then Tony comes running by and leaving and *head* been Hulkified, only read and I think meshed with his armor.

Then my stupid cat woke me up because he decided it was up time, even though he had food, didn't want to go outside, and I had no reason to be up.

In other words, Brycee's been going out at night lately for house, which she hasn't done in about two years. I'm now wondering if it's because she's been sick for two years (stomach problems that have been making her throw up) and she's finally feeling better. This makes me feel like a horrible mom because I didn't know for two years she was sick. *sigh*