So, in my dream, Christian Kane ...

... said something rude that I heard out of context and thought was an insult to me (I was on set with him for some reason, you see, and overheard this.) I was pissed off enough that I started raging at him, told him to fuck completely off, and started an online "CK is an Asshat" campaign.

Oddly, he was actually impressed by this, and sent me an email apologizing for what he'd said, and asking if he could make it up to me somehow.

So the next time they were back in my neck of the woods for pickup filming, he came over. I made him cookies and we chatted for a while. The insult in question was a looks thing, and he'd come to realize that that was a stupid thing to say in general, even in the innocuous context I'd missed. I explained that that kind of language was hurtful because it leads people to believe that women who don't look a certain way are unworthy of sex/love/etc., and he agreed. He said he was ashamed of having said what he did, because he actually didn't feel that way at all himself.

And then he started giving me dating advice. He pointed out that even if a woman doesn't have that kind of look, she can still be attractive to the right people.

( Extremely odd dream conversation )

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Why my brain chose Christian Kane to give me a Valuable Life Lesson about romance, I have no damned idea. I woke up giggling. But also rather more educated about why M's with me. I think.

Whatever. My brain let me shag Eliot Spencer. I'm down with that. ;)