So I woke up this morning to my boyfriend bringing me a coffee, which was great of course but all the sudden I had this rush of emotions.
Anger, guilt, sadness.
He just woke me up from a very strange dream. I think I was about to get it on with Justin Timberlake.
I have no idea where it came from. Of course I like him, and have his CD's but I don't think I have thought or heard anything about him in a while.
Basically me and my friend Paprika and I think some other people are in Las Vegas, having a girls getaway.
Apparently Justin owns a house there that you can pay to have a tour of. So Paps and I get a ticket, it was pretty expensive but we heard a rumor he may be there this day.
We get to the house, the tour guide gives you a bracelet with the access you're allowed based on if he thinks your crazy or not.
I am deemed crazy and get minimal access :(
I am wondering and somehow lose the rest of the group and I wander up these stairs and into a very big game room. Off the big game room I can hear noise coming from another room. I turn the corner and there is another room with a huge TV and people watching football. The room has a velvet rope blocking it off from the tourists but I kind of peek in and look on the couches and I see him. Suddenly there's a lot of other tourists and I tell them for some reason that he is there and they all start screaming.
He turns and sees everyone and he says that this room is off limits to the tour. The guide appears and he tells me I shouldn't have gone there. I apologise. He says he knew I was one of them crazy fans.
I look over and see Justin signing Autographs. The guide is trying to make me leave but I am saying that it's unfair! "Please Justin! I am like your biggest fan!" (I am?? Seriously where is this coming from?). He hears me and tells the guide that it's ok.
I walk over, he moves the velvet rope. He says where do you want it. So I pull down my pants a bit. Apparently I now have a tattoo of his face some where close to my privates. Apparently, I have tattoos all down me in this dream.
He tells me he likes it and signs next to it. Then he tells me, that he thinks I should stay. He is looking at me like I am dinner when suddenly as with dreams, I am near the front of the house again. I am trying to figure out how to get back to him.
I wake up, Boyfriend is putting down my coffee. I am back to reality, which isn't really so bad. So what, I probably won't be doing Justin Timberlake anytime soon? But I am starting to itch for that next tattoo now.
