I did it. It happened. I popped my Rob dream cherry. Let me break this down for you:
I was in a house full of LTT/LTR gals and Sam Bradley was playing a show. I have no idea why. Maybe someone hit “play” enough times on his Myspace page that they were given an opportunity for a house show with a “no-look” HJ afterwards. Or maybe they paid $13,000, who knows. Anyway, Sam loved me*. Duh. Of course he would. I mean, look at how happy he was to take a picture with me, CalliopeBlabs & Brookelockart:
But seriously. We became BFFs. In my dream. Which is my dream in life. So to dream about my dream in life… Wow. It probably means it’s gonna come true. Anyway. Sam & I had good times. I forget all of them, but believe me. They were good times.
THEN YOU are there, Rob. And you’re like my DREAM guy. Funny, Charming, Respectful, Intelligent, Well-spoken. (I didn’t put him on a pedastal at all) Oh- and you were apparently a producer for a film. And you also casted the movie. And apparently took photographs too. So we were just hanging out, having an amazing time (Sam was no longer there. He was probably pissed that I had a new bff).
We were at a runway show, of course. At the beach. But indoors. On a lake. Duh. You wanted to see how well I could emote. So you had me stand against a wall (a white wall, inside this beach runway show by the lake. The was a drag queen standing nearby) and read some lines. The first line was a name. It was a hard name to pronounce. I thought in my dream it was a name from the Bible, but now that I think about it- it was probably just the words “Quil-clout-lay.” You know, what Jacob says to Bella in New Moon. That has to be it since I dream of someday hearing you say those words to me
So anyway, I stumble over that first word, but RULE the emotion with the rest of the lines. Literally, I burst into tears and just captivated my audience of you, the drag queen and a room full of half-dressed models and gay guys. I’m pretty sure I was actually crying in my sleep too, because I woke up with a wet face. You were impressed. So you do what any funny, charming, respectful, intelligent, well-spoken, film producer/cast director/photographer would do and ask if I’m comfortable with nudity and if I wouldn’t mind taking my clothes off right there.
I say,”Yes of course I’ll do that.” Then you proceed to explain to me how YOU handle nudity in films and although it can be awkward you hope that I feel comfortable around you. And I look at you right in the eyes and say, “Um, you’re Robert Pattinson. Of course I’m comfortable.” You smile. I smile. We flirt with our eyes. You come in close to me. Closer and Closer…. then you pick me up and throw me over your shoulder. I squeal. You laugh and take me across the runway show/big white room at the beach-lake to the other side, with my ass sticking up in the air. You put me down against another white wall, this time near the emaciated male models. I take off my clothes while you fiddle with your camera. You look up. And stare. And I stare back. And then….. then I wake up with a furry orange cat in my face, meowing because he’s hungry.
Damn really adorably cute cat! I was about to get naked in front of Robert Pattinson. Okay wait. I did get naked in front of Robert Pattinson. I remember this because… well….. it was pink. Yes “it” was pink…. down there.
Oh well, nice first dream about you, Rob! Here’s to many more!
We haven’t done this in awhile! What have YOU been dreaming about Rob lately?
Speaking of Sam Bradley, LiLi & Amber run Shack of Soul, the coolest site out there for the Brit pack. I’m pretty sure they met on LTT/LTR. Maybe they have been BFFs since they were 4, but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna take credit for their friendship. Anyway, they recently interviewed Sam. And their interview rules! GO READ NOW! Ps: you might see something special that “Noreen” drew for Sam……
*I’m actually pretty sure Sam hated us when we took that picture. That or he was just totally cranky because no one offered him a HJ. I was even on my game. Cracking Jokes. Making awkward comments. Crickets….. except for Calliope & Brookie, of course. They always laugh at my jokes. I pay them to…