Date

You know how sometimes you dream, but you don't remember what your dream was about until a later time? Well, that just happened to me - I just remembered that I dreamt I was on a date with Tom fucking Hiddleston.

Again.
Tom. Fucking. Hiddleston.

I remember most of the dream, but no way am I sharing it here! It was amazing, for lack of any other word that could have come to mind. In my dream it wasn't about the fact that I was on a date with Tom Hiddleston, it was more of the fact that I knew I was on a date and yet I wasn't nervous (surprisingly enough). He made me feel relaxed and confident, sexy even. It felt like he genuinely wanted me to enjoy myself, and he wanted to know more about me (which was a very nice feeling).

Oh, and he was very friendly *winks* but definitely knew not to push anything.

I'd say more about this, but quite frankly I already sound like someone who's just going on and on about a fangirling dream so I'm just going to stop, really. It's funny, because I'd actually forgotten all about the dream after waking up (I had another dream about Rikugame-kun and that was at the front of my mind) until I saw this:


Mmmm. Well it's not as if it's really going to happen (come on, me dating Tom Hiddleston? Get real), but it was still a fantastic dream - amazing details, and you know it's a good dream when you wake up and the first thing you think is "That was an amazing date" and then "Huh?" because the most recent one was about camping and cheers and Rikugame-kun finally looking up at you and definitely not about dating.

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