I had a dream about Michael Sheen
I’M NOT KIDDING, TUMBLR.
So I’m at the movies, right, because it’s my job. So I’m working at the movies and I’m in the arcade and I guess I’m just telling everybody to have a nice evening as they exit the theater and all of a sudden I see him and he’s got the curly mop and the beard and he’s wearing a brown jacket and I’m thinking, “Oh my God, oh my God, don’t go bother him, don’t do it.”
But I have no willpower.
So I’m risking my job and about to humiliate myself, but I cross over to him and I’m like, “So… hey… Are you Michael Sheen?” and he looked terrified and I said, “Oh! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone! The Twilight fangirls would go nuts.” He smiled appreciatively. I died. So, we struck up a conversation and ended up walking around the theater together, and I have no idea what we talked about. All I knew was that I was going to get in so much trouble for leaving my post and that I wanted desperately to ask about Rachel.
Somehow we ended up outside, and it was in a park. It was sunset, so everything looked kind of golden and I had the impression we’d been talking for hours, and I finally got the courage and said, “So you’re dating Rachel McAdams?” and he said, “You kinda look like her.”
AND THEN WE MADE OUT.
The end.
