I FINALLY had a dream about Jamie Dornan who plays kinky billionaire Christian Grey in the mommy-porn 50 Shades of Grey (which I have not seen or read btw).
Let’s get this out of the way:
I didn’t read or watch the movie because I don’t like hype. I didn’t read Twilight or Hunger Games, I haven’t read Divergent (although I watch for Theo James) and I avoided Eat Pray Love until I finally had a miniature breakdown and wanted a secondhand epiphany about life. Hype is off putting to me. I just don’t want to drink the kool-aid, alright?
Ok. Moving on.
I consider it some kind of personal achievement that my subconscious wanted me to have “that kind of dream” about Jamie Dornan. I should mention it was scruffy Jamie, which makes all the difference.
Here’s my dream:
Jamie and I are sharing an apartment for some reason because apparently dream me can’t even get her finances together. In my dream we both work at a grocery store and quit in a very dramatic fashion to pursue our dreams: for him, making soft core porn and for me, collecting animals and raising a small Narnia-like army.
We rip off our aprons (apparently we had to wear them?) and yell to the people in the check out line, “WE QUIT” and then we went and did adult stuff and it was meh, I mean. I’ve had better dream sex, but still. I woke up surprised and not repulsed.
That’s all I really have to say…I’ll post more bits and bites later this week. I completely missed out on Oscar trash talk but I think we can all agree who the fashion game winner was: Nobody.