I work in some kind of office supply store as a cashier. A customer informs me that they'd like a box to put all their papers in. So I go back to the Paper Boy and ask him for a box and it's fucking JON RHYS MEYERS!!! To which he replies in his Irish brogue, "Sure. Do you want me to carry it up to the front?" Me: "Yeah, okay. Thanks." We make with the small talk on the way up to the registers. Gosh, he's a cutie. Then, because dreams are random in their happenstance browncoatkait is there too cos apparently she works there and laregan, kit_a_licious and a few people from Jelly's.
Anyway, we're all on the way home in some weird convertible bus and I'm listening to my music and singing away on an Ani D. song when LO! JRM approaches me and fricken starts talking about music and saying how we have so much in common that we should be friends, you know, only if I wanted to. So, of course, I say yes cos HELLO! IT'S FUCKING JON RHYS MEYERS!
Next thing I know, we're all (I mean the girls cos apparently we're all roommates too...) getting ready to go out and I'm wearing this really out of character dress made of purple flowy stuff yet it's very flattering. Meanwhile all the girls are chit chatting the Bonnie Hunt line from Return To Me about not shaving my legs cos if I don't shave my legs then we won't go all the way on the first date which would prevent me from being a slut. Cos the way that JRM and I are friends "It would so go there." Thank you for that Dream!Laney! always my voice of reason. Then the boys pick us up to go walking, cos supposedly we're going to a fifties themed party. They're all dashing and posh in their suits and fedoras yet all I can see is Jon's stormy green eyes... *sigh* He's such a gentleman and asks if he can put his arm around me. Who's going to refuse right? So we go walking and down the street and then I woke up. I was so fricken happy yesterday cos of those dreams. What a nice change of pace to the murder murder death blood gore of my usual dreams. *iz content*