Whack-a-Doo Wednesday!

Welcome to Wednesday. We’re halfway to the weekend! Woot! This week, in honor of Men of NCIS: Hot or Not? running on my Facebook page, I’m digging into my dream diary for all of my NCIS dreams. Y’all ready? Let’s do it!

Let’s start with the tame one:

Last night I dreamed an entire NCIS episode where we were sent to guard a woman and her children after the bad guy spread flammable gas all over their property. In the end, I carried her kids out of the house like footballs while Tony shot the bad guys, then Gibbs gave me and my little sister a ride and helped us pay for college room and board at my grade school.

And then move on along to a little more exciting:

I had two Chris O’Donnell dreams last night. In the first, he was semi-immortal and we were fighting to the death with magic swords. In the second, I was on the NCIS:LA team, and we flew a helicopter to a compound where they sunk railroad cars into the bay, and we were supposed to take chemical samples to see if they’d been transporting special secret cargo. And that’s when we lost Agent Joe. (Nope, no idea who Agent Joe is.) Plus I forgot to take my weapon when we stormed the compound.

 

And now that I’ve got you warmed up, let’s take a trip back in time to the fall of 2011.

I just had this dream that I was in a zombie video game as an NCIS agent. The zombies were impervious to shovel attacks, so I went to consult my talking McDonalds food. Stupid hamburgers and fries were rather obnoxious and uncooperative, probably because labor conditions were bad. There was a lot of talking food in that garden. I think some of it was zombie talking food.

Yeah… I don’t know.

 

Then this one happened a week or so later:

Last night I dreamed Chris O’Donnell was the hero in my latest manuscript and I was my heroine and he was totally digging kissing on me. Of course, the family didn’t approve, and then the collective casts of both NCIS shows arrived on scene with the requisite bodies and murderers to chase, so making out had to wait.

That fall, I would’ve been writing Southern Fried Blues. Which means Chris O’Donnell was playing Jackson Davis in my dreams. I could see this working.

 

And a month or so later:

NCIS:LA dream for the win! I was totally snuggling G. Callen in an elevator-lecture room that went upside down and then malfunctioned and sent us spiraling down a slick metal slide into the room with the bad guys. When G bit the dust, I hit rewind and did it over to make for a happier ending. Except then Squeaker woke up.

I can no longer deny my celebrity crush on Chris O’Donnell.

 

A couple weeks after that:

Last night, I dreamed Glee met NCIS when Sue Sylvester hired mobsters to rig the Prom queen voting.

Nope. Can’t explain it.

Nor can I explain this one:

Holy dreams, batman! Everything from chasing Ghaddafi with my G. Callen and NCIS:LA crew to family reunion in a farm house under siege to chasing Mexicans on motorbikes to checking out at the commissary behind Gwenyth Paltrow to waking up in a field of lions who wanted to sniff me and walk on me like my cats. Then Sandra Bullock disappeared to go get the Mexicans, so we went to pick up the boys and Squeaker was walking around naked. I think the ghost character from Mario Cart made Sandra have to switch from motorbike to hang gliding too.

And let’s be honest… Should I want to explain it? Probably not.

So, there you have it. My dream diary, NCIS edition. And now y’all know my not-so-secret celebrity crush.

Have a great Wednesday!

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