Monday night my dreams betrayed me.
For those of you who do not know, I have an internet crush on Mr. Day. Monday night I had a dream about him.
In the dream I had some dream friends that did not resemble anyone I actually know who were getting married. Somehow I was a part of this wedding and we were having a friend/getting to know you night out with all the wedding party people. At the dinner Mr. Day sat across the table from me. We instantly hit it off. We made jokes and laughed. I think at one point we made some sort of joke/reference to an Alanis Morissette song.
The group was leaving the restaurant and were heading to some sort of bar or something. It was cold and dark outside and I had on a pair of fingerless gloves made from some scrap sock yarn I actually have. As we were walking and laughing Day coyly slid his hand into mine.
I stopped walking, turned to him and said, "Sean (his real name) I should tell you that I'm engaged. I like you but I can't you know, do this." He smiled, smiled said he understood and let go of my hand. At that point, dream me was like 'damn why did I wear gloves?!' Instead, he offered to be my escort and keep other guys from hitting on me or doing something uncouth. For the rest of the night we hung out as friends and it was great.
I woke up and was so disappointed in dream me. Seriously, it was a dream, not real, why oh why did you say that?! I drifted back to sleep for a few minutes after this dream and Day was there again. This time I was single in the dream and we were about to set up information for a date when Fred decided it was time to wake up and mewed in my face. Damn cats.
I heart you too Day.