Celebrity Visit: Dwayne Johnson

I didn't get much sleep last night, but in the little bit that I managed, Dwayne Johnson AKA The Rock AKA The Most Charming Smile on Earth visited me. I was teaching a math/finance class and handing out practice problems. Dwayne came down to the front of the classroom to get the practice problems from me. He was in some sort of gladiator get up. We had a brief conversation. That smile just melts me.

Celebrity Visit

Last night as I was falling asleep I was thinking that I hadn't had a celebrity visit in along time. I was really hoping for Anson Mount as Cullen Bohannon.

This morning I was dreaming about Mike Rowe. He had some kind of outdoor excursion business. We were on a bus on our way to some sort of adventure and he was our guide.

Celebrity Visit

Last night's celebrity visit was Sir Kenneth Branagh. I wish there were more Wallander episodes to watch.

Celebrity Visits

This week I have had a couple of celebrity visits.  In one dream I was in a shop and I saw a man in a striped/plaid fedora walking by with a guitar.  I thought--hmmm, what are the odds that Elvis is walking by?  I rushed out of the store to get a look at the guy and yep, it was Elvis Costello himself.

Last night I dreamt about Neil Patrick Harris.  I was at a movie theater downtown with a friend and we kept changing seats/movies.  I can't remember what we went there to see, but we ended up in front of a screen showing Fright Night.  I was sitting two seats down from Harris and he was so foul mouthed and crude!  He was saying really gross things to the girl sitting between us.

Well, that's it. Pure sightings.  Nothing sexy.

Celebrity Visits

So far this week has been a week of celebrity visits.  On Sunday night I dreamt about Sherlock Holmes.  I stole his backpack and left him mine.  I was trying to stay ahead of him.  When he caught up to me I tried to convince him to sleep with me.  I told him it would only be sex because I knew he'd never love me the way he loved Irene Adler.  I don't think I was able to convince him that a romp would be good for him.

Last night I ran into Kevin Bacon, who was a teacher.  He called a girl up to the front of the class to check her oral hygiene (by kissing her) and see if her kissing had improved.  I walked out of the room.

Odd visits.  I'm not a huge fan of either of these two guys, and actually, I don't find either one attractive.

Celebrity Visit

I haven't posted a celebrity sighting in a long time. Last night I had a lot of very vivid dreams. In one dream I had the habit of grabbing a guy's junk--especially when we were going down the stairs. Odd, I know. In the dream I had 4 or 5 guy friends who knew it was just something flirtatious that I did all the time and they were fine with it. One guy thought that my crotch-grab was a come-on. I had to explain to him that it was no such thing. Then a little later (after I had grabbed him again I presume) he really tried to put the moves on me--I'll spare you the details.  When I rebuffed him again he told me that he didn't like me grabbing his junk, and neither did Colbert. That's right, Stephen Colbert. Apparently I grabbed his junk on a regular basis. Stephen walked by, but didn't say anything. I had a whole argument with the guy that if Colbert didn't like it, he should tell me himself. Then I had an argument with myself about whether I should be grabbing Colbert since he was married. Such an odd dream--where I liked to grab guys's junk--including Colbert's.

Celebrity Visits

It has been a week full of celebrity visits. The other night I was cheating on Ross with Daniel Craig. Not bad. The next night I dreamt that I saw Dolly Parton wearing a very tight blue dress. She was looking at a car that she wanted to buy. Last night my boyfriend was John Oliver. Ha! I wonder who will visit tonight.

Celebrity Sightings

The other night Ross had a rather interesting dream about Stan Lee, David Duchovny, and Tea Leoni. It involved a strip club! I had a celebrity visit last week also, but I forget who it was.

Last night I dreamt I was going to yoga with Madonna. Her two kids (who were both boys) were being total brats. They were telling Madonna that her teeth were ugly (yellow and grey), and everyone was gossipping about her. Madonna was upset, and I decided to head to yoga without her.

On another note. I didn't get up early today, but I did make it to the gym for my lift class.