Last night I dreamed about Jeri Ryan. I have no idea why. I should make it clear that it wasn’t a dream about Seven of Nine; it was a dream about Jeri Ryan. It wasn’t really sexual, except in a kind of playful way. In the dream she turned out to have a really interesting personality, with quite a warped sense of humor that I liked a lot.
I’ve no idea what she’s like in reality. I’ve never met her. All very perplexing.