I was there. I had Brad Pitt in a secluded location, we were talking dirty to eachother. I had his shirt off and various bad things were going on. He wanted me, I could tell. You could see it in his eyes. His gorgeous cool blue eyes. It was gonna happen. This was inevitable, like death. It was so close, and then what happens? THE BLOODY PHONE RINGS. :mad:
Every single time I get to this point in the dream, the phone rings. I even try and turn the phone off, but I just got a new one and I have obviously not mastered that skill yet. Good god people, just let me sleep with him already! It’ll only take 2, 3 hours at the most, and that’s only like 3 seconds in reality time. It was a GREAT DREAM. One of the best dreams that I’ve ever had! The plot made sense! Things fit together like a deliciously kinky puzzle! There was food and even a Corvette or two! I cannot fathom how it could have been any better…oh wait, maybe if I’d actually gotten to sleep with him!
I’m going to go cry myself back to sleep now, but I have a feeling that he won’t be returning…
-foxy