So… I had this dream that I started blogging again.
Nah… not even my dreams are that boring.
I actually dreamt that I attended the Oscar’s. I got to sit at a table between Christian Bale and his wife Sibi Blazic. I was on my best behaviour, no fan girl squealing, no inappropriate giggling, no pretending that I don’t know who he is, just normal. And I’m afraid he still didn’t like me very much. They then started to talk in French, thinking that I couldn’t understand them, about how much they hated those kind of ceremonies and shows and then decided they should leave.
And I was left knowing that I missed the opportunity of my life.
 I wasn’t nominated or anything, just a guest. Not even my dreams are that exciting.
 I know that there aren’t any tables there. It’s a dream, ‘kay?
 who, if that’s possible, was even sexier than in real life.
 Sometimes dreams start out awesome and then they really suck.
 Sometimes dreams start out awesome and then they really, very, absolutely and irrevocably suck.