Ok, it was a dream that expanded into a daydream... where I am at a club and meet a famous actor (name withheld to avoid embarrassment). We talk at the club (and I am feeling similar to Alex and Gigi in He's Just Not That Into You) and have a pretty good connection and I am apparently tipsy or just straight up drunk, which has never happened to me before. Anyway, we go back to his apartment (and stop what you are thinking, we didn't sleep together...at least in the conventional sense). We continue talking and fall asleep in each other's arms. I wake up and realize that I just "slept" with this famous guy and am overwhelmed with the implications... the paparazzi, the constant traveling-on his side, and the other complications that come with dating a famous person... or am I getting ahead of myself and over thinking the relationship.
Well, I gather my belongings and leave for home-a plane headed back to my life. Little do I know, that this fellow is completely heartbroken at my disappearance (i know, right...I wish) and begins a thorough search for my whereabouts.
Seems like this story has been told before, but I would like to tell it again if you don't mind. More to come later... maybe I will write it on fan fiction. But maybe not.