The other day, I had a dream. It was a great dream.
I was living in England and engaged to this gorgeous man:
I’ve stopped trying to analyze my dreams but there are a few good reasons to dream about him.
- I love him and have since I was 12.
- 4th has been telling me to get a boyfriend and get married. Obviously, I don’t think she meant to him, but a girl can dream (haha! and I actually DID dream it.Sweet baby Jesus was that lame…I’m sorry…)
- One of his movies just got loaded onto Canadian Netflix (The Constant Gardener, if you haven’t seen it, shame on you. Stop your life and watch it.)
- I’m re-reading Harry Potter – probably the only movie I’ve seen where he’s not attractive. But in his defence, it’s hard to be Voldemort and be hot. I guess in Oscar and Lucinda, his portrayal of a heat-stricken ginger wasn’t the most visually appealing…but that was because he looked like he had heat blisters all over his beautiful face.
Now, I’m going to jump out on a limb here and assume that the universe is telling me that I am going to meet Ralph, we’re going to fall in love because he will be the same amazing person I just naturally assume he is (and not pull the “I’m a celebrity so in real life I’m a dick), and then we’re going to get married and live in the English countryside.
Just gonna leave this right here…..
Gah, he’s so beautiful.