After a double feature of 'The Woodsman' and 'Ray' last night I slept on Mike's futon (so I wouldn't have to drive all the way home and then back again for work this morning) and because of street cleaning hours I had to wake up early and move my car. Usually when I wake up and then go back to sleep it makes it more condusive for me to have memorable dreams and this morning was no different.
In my dream, Mike and I were sitting at a small table on the sidewalk outside the front of a hotel and I was wrapped in the blankets that I'd slept under. From behind me an arm appears holding a rose and I turn to see that this GORGEOUS blond Danish lad wearing a white shirt is presenting it to me. ME! I'm shocked because he's so beautiful and I can't believe the gesture since it came from out of nowhere. Mike, who knows when to make himself scarce, gets up to go inside the hotel's cafe to order another coffee so Danish boy and I can chat. Turns out he speaks absolutely NO English and I spend the next several, excrutiating minutes (until my alarm goes off again) grunting like a monkey trying to get him to understand me to no avail.
Arrrrrrghgghghghghhhhh!!!!!
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