Jeanne Rose, happier than ever to be Methos' wife #47

. . . unless he's being sarcastic, of course.  And you can't ever rule that out entirely.  But anyway.  Here goes:

1) I think we should go back to prohibition.
2) Honesty is always the best policy.
3) It's not whether you win or lose - it's how you play the game.
4) Better to die a hero than live as a coward.
5) Rock and roll is just a fad - it'll never replace opera.
6) Oops, I've left my sword at home.
7) I'll just have water, thanks.
8) Good posture is very important.
9) History is really rather dull.
10) Friendship is highly overrated.
11) No, I've never been there.
12) No, I've never done that.
13) No, I've never thought about that before.
14) I don't have much experience with relationships.
15) I've always wanted to be a prize-fighter.
16) Books - what a waste of trees.
17) Never really got into poetry.
18) I have to go - I'm late for my appointment with my therapist.
19) I never like to go more than a week between confessions.
20) Hypnosis? Sounds like fun.
21) I love blind dates.
22) I think I'll enlist in the Navy.
23) I think I'll run for public office.
24) I think I'll die my hair green.
25) I think I'll publish my memoirs.

I have to tell you, I had the most *interesting* Methos dream sometime between 6am (when I keep waking up) and 7am (when I actually have to get up) this morning.  Methos was on the run from somebody (what else is new) and was hiding out in a house where I was with a bunch of other generic dream people.  And somehow he had been badly hurt, and was lying on a bed in the back room where someone was doing various ER things to keep him alive.  I think he was bleeding internally, and had some kind of organ damage. (And somewhere in the back of my mind I was going - you know, this doesn't make sense, he's an immortal, this should have healed in a matter of seconds, but then the rest of my brain shrugged and said, whatever.  I have highly developed suspending disbelief muscles.  And yes, I frequently offer critical commentary on the plots of my dreams as they're going on, but whoever's writing them usually doesn't pay much attention to my opinions.)  Anyway, this doctor, who I think was some dream incarnation of Bright Girl, had to leave to fend off whoever it was he was running from, and I was there alone with him.  I pretty much figured he would prefer her to me, but he looked so sad and lonely that I got brave and took his hand.  It was very warm - he had a high fever.  And he looked at me and smiled this wan little wry Methos smile.  And then I decided to give whoever was writing this thing a break.  Who cares if it doesn't make sense?  Anyway, eventually she came back in, but didn't seem to notice that I had his hand so I kept hold of it.  And he gripped my hand when it hurt.  And I wanted to tell him that Joe was wrong, that we do know who he is, and all the other stuff I wrote in my "Indiscretions" review (although I was a little worried about explaining just how I knew what Joe had said), but then I woke up.

I wonder if this had something to do with the fact that when Methos was shot, there was never any blood, or even a hole in his shirt that I could see.  It really bothered me.  And now I must run before somebody sends for the men in white coats.