Disclaimer: I own nothing of Psych and its related characters. This is just for my own enjoyment and the potential enjoyment of other Psych-Os like me, and no monetary gain was expected or received.
Rating: T+
Spoilers: None.
A/N: This is Juliet's dream because it's a definitely female dream, but also because it was a dream related to me secondhand. Not my own dream. I guess that qualifies this as plagiarism, but the original dreamer is a far cry from a writer and I doubt she'd mind the unauthorized reproduction of her brain-zanies.
The Shoe's On the Other Foot
Juliet slammed the case file down on the desk in front of him and he jumped.
"What?" he said.
"Now you've got me doing it," she said.
"Doing what?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"Having freaky dreams."
A grin spread slowly across his face. "All right, what was it? Water skiing labradoodles? Donald Trump in drag?"
She shook her head and shook a finger in his face. "I wish. Gaaahhhhaaaahaaahaahahaha. No, last night I dreamed I was in a sorority house, which was on the second floor of a mall, and I was trying on bras. The windows had Venetian blinds on them, but they were wide open, and all of a sudden a twenty-foot tall 'Weird Al' Yankovic look-alike walked by outside and shined a big searchlight in on me while I was trying on those damn bras I couldn't get to fit me."
He burst out laughing. "God, now I'm jealous of Weird Al," he said.