Sweet Dreams and Recent Obsessions

In spite of my recent WTF with a certain gentleman, I did have a fantastic dream about Zach Braff the other night. I mean like DAMN!-good dream that made me wake up, realize that it was only a dream, and then try to close my eyes as quickly as possible and fall back into that same dream. Which never ever works. In this case however, I did get into another Zach Braff dream. It was not as good as the first. ******* In the first dream I was at a party with him. Everyone was drinking and at some point there was a hot tub involved. Then he and I are going up some steps into a bedroom where we are laughing and I'm saying I can't drive home, I've had to much to drink. His response was to tell me that I had better stay there, and he helped me out of my dress, which strangely resembles a toga... Next came the making out and, well, the hot sex. It wasn't dirty porn dream sex, though. It was drunken party sex. So I woke up in the middle (damn, didn't even get to finish!) with that 'this isn't really happening-go back to sleep and enjoy it' feeling! When I closed my eyes again I was outside of a large federal looking building walking down very wide steps to a busy street. He was walking up the steps to the same building. We totally had a moment- not the good kind- the hey we were drunk, lets pretend it never happened moment. We made casual fumbling small talk before continuing on our paths of different direction. All in all, I'd say it was a pretty realistic chain of events dream. I mean, if you leave out the it was Zach Braff part and all. Oh! And that I would actually have a one night stand while drunken at a party. I may be a kissing slut, but I somehow manage to keep my pants on. It's the endo. I would probably be a dirty whore if it weren't for the chronic pelvic pain. This has led to a new obsession with Zach Braff. I watched Garden State, including the deleted scenes, bloopers, and commentary. I have been listening to the soundtrack (which is currently my fave [not burned by me] cd anyway) and watching the Scrubs re-runs everyday at 7pm this week. And part of last week. I haven't googled him or anything, but it's just weird how I feel like I want to watch him on TV. This is so not like the time Justin Timberlake came into town so my friend and I went to Missy Elliott's house to steak out and see if we could catch sight of him... Seriously, that was years ago. Like 4 years ago. And it isn't stalking unless the object of the stalk turns around and flat out tells you to stop following him. Thank you Va Bch police. Forget visions of sugarplums next week, I think I'd like to convert!