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So I had an interesting dream. Lion free this time. There was a Greek flash, but nothing significant..but picture a bright, sunny, cliche day for a picnic. A friend and I are at one of my friend from home's houses...the main family house actually...Picture a large four-story brick home on an 126acre estate...poppy flowers and whatnot...Yeah...so he was having a Sunday brunch gathering...

**sidenote, for some reason we are all four years older than what we are now.

Anywho, in order to get to the back area, there's a button you press behind a picture, above the fireplace and then giant stained glass windows open...not a door[since you don't know where he lives it's totally fine I give this information away]...we're all sundressed/kentucky derby hatted up enjoying the meal and music when

ALL OF A SUDDEN

Denzel Washington approaches me. *side eye* Yeah, weird right? Well, I met him when I was really little so I was talking to him like it was nothing. He didn't remember me at first, but we caught up on life...he asked me a lot about mine and well...it was good conversation. However, the way he kept staring into my eyes...it was exactly how someone I know did and absolutely irresistible.

Damn It!

Anywho, we're pretty much engulfed in each other's attention and before you know it, we're getting a tad too close. It was so romantic, it actually flashed sequence like a movie. Anywho, we come back outside to the brunch and are immediately met with a flock of haterade consumers side eyes...If you didn't know, he is married with four kids...

but in another dream I actually Angelina Jolie'd that nonsense and he left her, married me...and I bore him quadruplets. I might actually share that in greater detail if I can't think of something to blog about if I can remember it.

Yeah, well... immediately cower and look at him with my sad "you know this is wrong" look and he returns the look with a "You don't care what others think...you never have, what's wrong" heartbroken stare...I felt like an asshole on both sides of the fence. It's a weekend event so I lay low the rest of the day...occasionally sharing a look of regret with D...haha I call him D.

The next day...Well my friends [host party and other friend] and I are back in the parlor hanging out, joking and talking about it and they both agree with him...since when did I care about moral? Clearly we were meant to be together and I needed to find him and stop being foolish. We have to go back outside including button pressing and I rush out there...the crowd is larger than yesterday and I'm searching...but he's gone...

it was depressing...

my alarm vibrated and I was so pissed I couldn't find him...so I wrote this.

I do believe Denzel was a metaphor for someone else....

damn you REM cycle.