Last night (in my dream), my husband took me to see Australia (the movie not the country) for the third time. As we sat down, I looked over and sitting two seats away was Christian Slater (don't ask me why, I haven't been obsessed with him since my pre-teen days).
I said, "You're Christian Slater," in a very excited voice.
He responded, in his high timbre, yet gravelly voice, "I am."
The previews started showing and he was in one of them. I looked at him with a smile, "That was you," I decided to tell him. "I'm sorry," I added, "I promise I won't talk to you anymore."
He must've found me very charming and witty at this point because he reached across the seats that separated us and grabbed my hand. My husband didn't seem to mind, so I just went ahead and let him. The movie began with a scene of a bus floating down a raging river (which is not in the real movie). My mind must've decided that Hugh Jackman and Christian Slater could not be in the same dream.
This was about the time my two-year-old son appeared out of nowhere, climbing up and down the stairs. I looked over to my husband thinking, where did he come from? My husband just smiled as though he was thinking, isn't he so cute? Soon my son became unruly, though, and my husband decided to take him out, leaving me and Christian dangerously alone.
"Do you want to sit by me?" he asked.
I thought he was joking, so I just laughed. But he got up and moved right next to me and draped his arm around my neck. I was feeling slightly guilty, but also really happy. That's when I thought (and I'm not kidding you, I really thought this in my dream), I need to give Christian my blog address. :)
Just before I could, my leg started twitching. He looked at it. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I responded, wondering why my body decided to invent this weird malfunction at that moment.
"I think you need to see a doctor," he said. "I'm going to go get your husband."
My husband came and we started walking down some stairs in the movie theater to a doctor that apparently held his practice in the basement. I looked at my husband and asked, "Where is our son?"
"Oh, Christian Slater is babysitting for us," he said.
"Oh, good," I said as if this was perfectly normal. And then my dream ended.
When I told my husband my dream this morning he said, "Wow, Christian Slater is really nice. He's my new favorite celebrity."
I responded, "I know, right?"