Last night I had a dream that I met Javier Bardem, who in my dream was a French man named Leopold, at a high school marching band competition. I think he was the band leader for one of the schools competing. He later called me and asked me out to coffee. I couldn’t go this weekend because I am helping my mom move, but I was frantically trying to find a calendar or something to pick a later date.
I stayed in bed way longer than I should have because of that dream, willing my subconscious to finish it.
I didn’t even know I had a crush on Mr. Bardem. I sure as hell do now.
