Have
you had one of those "in love" dreams?
You know
the kind where you are practically swimming in the pupils of some pretty girl
or some sort.
You wake
feeling like you are in love or some emotion of equal or lesser value.
I didn't
have one of those types of dreams last night, but a friendship type of dream I
guess.
It started
with me telling my co-workers "merry Christmas" and kissing them on
the cheek. Some look taken back by the kiss and I felt bad for showing my
affections. But as I moved down the line of people I started seeing my family
in the line. So I felt better telling them "merry Christmas and kissing
them on the cheek" It felt nice to get all those hugs from everyone.
Here's where it gets weird.
But moving
down the line I came across Viggo Mortensen, his hair was long and he had a
beard. He looked like strider but strider wearing normal clothes of our era. I
walked up to him and shook his hand. He smiled and then yanked me to him and
hugged me hard with his other hand and whispered, "merry Christmas my
friend." in my ear. I laughed at him and did the "oh, you!"
face, and then moved down the line.
The next
person to come across was logically none other than Sir Ian Mckellan sitting in
a chair. His hair was as long as Viggo's but his beard was closely trimmed.
When I approached him, he seemed surprised, like I stirred him from his
thoughts. I looked up at me with wide eyes and I leaned in to tell him
"merry Christmas" but he caught me off guard and off balance by
yanking me down to his chest and gave me a mighty hug and told me with peace in
his voice, "Merry Christmas." Then I woke up.
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