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[1]. I got to sit at a table[2] between Christian Bale[3] 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[4]. 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[5].

[1] I wasn’t nominated or anything, just a guest. Not even my dreams are that exciting.

[2] I know that there aren’t any tables there. It’s a dream, ‘kay?

[3] who, if that’s possible, was even sexier than in real life.

[4] Sometimes dreams start out awesome and then they really suck.

[5] Sometimes dreams start out awesome and then they really, very, absolutely and irrevocably suck.

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