I had a dream last night that Tom Hardy was following me while I was walking home, and I must have known him because he came into the house with me and held out his hand and it was full of barbeque chips, so I ate them. And then rubbed some on his head and we made out.
I was married to this beautifully handsome Native American man, and he was teaching me how to catch fish with my bare hands. I don’t know how I knew he was my husband, but I just knew. Then we were walking in this forest holding hands and he was telling me this story, and the light fell on his face so perfectly, he was so lovely I could hardly stand to look.
Then we were in this garden sitting in wooden chairs watching these kids chase each other and he kissed me on the cheek. I’ve honestly never had a dream that remained so vividly in my mind. I can’t even explain the way this man looked, he was just majestic and absolutely beautiful. Anyway, I am smitten with this mystery man that haunts my dreams. Ha!