So, last night I dreamt that I was friends with Kirsten Dunst. (Don't laugh, Kiki, that's so unkind) Not just that I met her -- that we were friends! She was reclined on a sofa of some sort, really sprawled out in a casual dress with her hair down, long and relaxed. She's in the middle of the lobby of a movie theater when I walk in. Kirsten: (all casual / delighted) Hi, Nat. ohmygod. How've you been?
Nathaniel: (instantly confused. How does this movie star know me? And why don't I remember that she does? but externally all cool and casual) Hey, Kiki. I'm good.
Small talk ensues. She starts talking about the last time we were out together and giggling about some inside joke / previous exchange. I pretend to know what she's talking about. Not only am I apparently friends with Kirsten Dunst (in my dreams), I'm also above remembering that I am or at least indifferent to it. In this dream I'm kind of a jerk. (?)
She tells me to ignore the line forming beside us to get into the theater.
Kristen: Oh, that's just my family. Mom, it's OK I know him.
She grabs my arm. I am curiously not thinking about Jake Gyllenhaal as we head into the movie theater.
What's the last dream you had about a movie star?
Spill it in the comments or be haunted by insomnia tonight.
