Usually when I sleep and wake up I don’t remember my dreams. Very rarely would I ever wake up and remember specifics about them, and even if I did, it would end up being vague details that usually made no sense. Compared to Bestest, my dream world was a desert while hers was a theme park.
So imagine my surprise when in the last week or so I’ve had a vivid dream that I remembered each night. I know it’s normal and all, but it’s so weird to go from practically no dreams to one every night.
Without further adieu, my latest dream:
I’m walking down a street with my mom and notice that there’s a guy ahead of us on the right who is sitting at a table of a cafe or similar establishment. I normally don’t pay attention to other people when I walk down the street (I’ve been to NY too many times), but something about this guy makes me look over. I realize as we make eye contact that it’s Nathan Fillion. (Uhhh, I’ll take this dream. (: ) My dream self started to panic a little- what do I do in this situation?! Do I say anything? I’m still debating this in my dream head as we get closer to him. I decide that I’m just going to nod and smile at him- something simple that I can handle. But he stands up and makes eye contact with me again_ (uh ohhh)_ and reaches out to shake my hand. This hand shake starts out normal, but as it ends he kind of just holds on to my hand, which is awkward. Trying to think of something to do, I spit out the first thing that comes to my mind and call him captain and tell him that I’ve literally watch Serenity twice in the last few days because I really wanted to watch it and then it was on Syfy, and how can you say no to it? (I’m glad I’m still mad awkward in my dreams.) He laughs and I tell him that I had my mom watch it (she kept walking when I stopped…apparently she didn’t notice the famous person there.) but I didn’t think that she appreciated it as much as I did because of the ‘blood and guts’ in it. He laughs again. We chat some more and he tells me something about the last episode of Firefly and we talk about that a little bit before we say goodbye.
As I’m going to catch up with my mom, staring at my hand and trying to figure out the appropriate distance/time before calling Ange to squeal about this encounter, I realize that I have no proof. So I texted him. (which is the obvious choice since I, of course, now have his number) I tell him that I’m sorry for bothering him again (to which he replies, “it’s no bother”) but would he be willing to sign something for my best friend so she believes me? I tell him that I’d be indebted to him forever (he says yes and that “no one is indebted to me,”). So I turn around after scrounging around in my purse for something for him to sign. He signs it no problem and then asks if I have a camera or phone to get more proof. Apparently I did not- mom and I were on our way to get me a new phone. He says it’s no problem and whips out his own phone to take a picture and is asking me where to send it (phone or email), when I woke up.
When I woke up (at 5:30am), I felt all excited like I had actually met him and couldn’t fall back asleep for the longest time. So not only was this dream vivid, but it also felt real a little bit. Now, I’ll definitely take more dreams if Mr. Fillion can continue to be in them, but seriously? I need some actual sleep.
