Can I go back to my dream?
Nov. 17th, 2006 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
domino43I just had myself a very nice House dream.
Okay, so a friend (not 100% sure who) and I were roomates in a house with House. I know, House wouldn't have roomates. But he did. And it was us two chicks. *shrugs* Anyway, we were all sitting around the living room talking. Nameless friend was sitting on a couch and House and I were both sitting on the floor. Well, in the course of our convo, I mentioned that my neck had been hurting. House tells me to 'come here', so I go over and he has me lay my head in his lap. Then he slides his hand in the top of my shirt and across my chest and presses a spot near my colarbone and asks if my chest hurts. I tell him no, it's fine. He gets that look, you know, where he doesn't want to admit that his orriginal idea was wrong, and asks me something else. I tell him that it's fine, doesn't hurt even a bit. So he takes out his hand and has me start to sit up. When I do, I get this sharp pain in the side of my neck. I tell him that it's something with the muscles or something on the left side of my neck. He gets that, 'who here is the doctor?' look which changes into that, 'well, of course it is, you moron' look. So he puts his hand on my neck.
And then it's suddenly later and I'm making out with House, focusing around that wonderful stubble and neck. And that's where it ends.
Yay to my first House dream!
Okay, so a friend (not 100% sure who) and I were roomates in a house with House. I know, House wouldn't have roomates. But he did. And it was us two chicks. *shrugs* Anyway, we were all sitting around the living room talking. Nameless friend was sitting on a couch and House and I were both sitting on the floor. Well, in the course of our convo, I mentioned that my neck had been hurting. House tells me to 'come here', so I go over and he has me lay my head in his lap. Then he slides his hand in the top of my shirt and across my chest and presses a spot near my colarbone and asks if my chest hurts. I tell him no, it's fine. He gets that look, you know, where he doesn't want to admit that his orriginal idea was wrong, and asks me something else. I tell him that it's fine, doesn't hurt even a bit. So he takes out his hand and has me start to sit up. When I do, I get this sharp pain in the side of my neck. I tell him that it's something with the muscles or something on the left side of my neck. He gets that, 'who here is the doctor?' look which changes into that, 'well, of course it is, you moron' look. So he puts his hand on my neck.
And then it's suddenly later and I'm making out with House, focusing around that wonderful stubble and neck. And that's where it ends.
Yay to my first House dream!
