There I was 17 again, with that wonderful figure that I never appreciated when I had it. In my dream I was in high school again, in science class, or was it an art class? It might have been some weird dream combination of the two.
The best part of the dream was that Michael Shanks was there, and he needed my help. He was actually Daniel Jackson, though, which is why he needed my help with a lab experiment. Which was when Arielle came in to ask me if it was morning and could she get up and by the way, she was really hungry.
I'm not sure whether to be relieved that I was rescued from risking my fidelity to my husband, even in a dream, or really annoyed with her for waking me up just then. I mean, it was Daniel Jackson.
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