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best .. dream .. ever. [Apr. 19th, 2008|10:21 am]
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begin totally realistic, high definition dream: my brother david was visiting me here in boston, and we were just walking around the commons on a nice day when we randomly bump into veronica belmont. i jumped at the chance to introduce myself, and, luckily, she was in a good mood and wasn’t in a rush. she even recognized my screenname from a forum. our conversation went on as we all migrated to another park. i was very witty and charming… enough that, while leaning against a railing by a fountain, she tried to kiss me (and succeeded). i backed away and told her i’ve been a fan of her bf for quite a while, but, with a shrug, she said she barely sees him anymore. her friends eventually showed up, and she asked for my number and wrote it down with a pen and paper. .. which is where the dream starts to break down, because writing a number on paper is just silly when you have an iPhone.

cut to brother david and i walking into a zoo to buy fresh baby bear meat. (wtf) we even got to choose the bear. ..but while we were inside the bear cage deciding on the right bear, we realized the external door to the cage was locked, so we were stuck in a bear cage with bears. we barricaded ourselves inside a smaller internal cage, and i realized that we were not going to be strong enough to hold up the barricade and that the bears were going to eat us.

cut to “waking up” and walking around a park in san francisco and randomly meeting veronica belmont. she is like, “oh .. hi.” while looking around for a distraction to get away from another creepy fan .. i was still feeling a comfortable familiarity from the hours of conversation we just had, so i started to tell her the funny story of meeting her in this silly dream. i was much less charming, and she quickly evaded me with an insincere “see ya later” with a loose handshake and no eye contact. geez, i was just a fan boy. way to dash my dreams.

then i woke up laughing. that was fun. might have been influence by my past-due feed-reader clear out session at 3am.

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