The next dream I had, which was the previous night, wasn't as disturbing..well sort of. All I can remember was that for some reason, I was hanging out with Steven Tyler from Aerosmith. I was at some exclusive record releasing party or something. And the icky part was that Steven Tyler was like all over me and it was sooooo uncomfortable. He like wanted to impress me or something so I guess he knew how much I loved the show Dexter and apparently he did this collaboration album with Michael C. Hall. So he tells me about it at the party and I'm like OVERJOYED. Michael C. Hall is sitting at this snazzy looking long bar table. It was like a club venue and the tables were like glowing blue and they're were like facing the crowds. So Steven Tyler and I walk up there to greet him and I get a copy of the record which is like some Jazz/Blues type deal. Anyhoo, So I talk to him and tell him how much I love his show and so on and so forth and he signs my album that he gives me and I just remember I couldn't stop smiling. Then more uncomfortable-ness happens. Steven Tyler keeps hitting on me and saying I'm beautiful and he's like "Right Michael?" and I'm like OMFG WHY?!?!?! So I tell Steven Tyler basically that he's too old for me to be with and that I'm not interested in that way and Steven Tyler than replys that he doesn't want to have sex or anything, maybe just once, but he wants me for companionship. I'm totally grossed out.
And then I woke up..
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