Dream:
I was at the fanciest hotel, pretty much ever I'd say, and Sarah was there, and they had really good food and it was all inclusive. I spyed James Franco and I'd say we kind of hit it off, and we flirted for a bit. I went to search out his suite, which was gorgeous, and I snooped around a bit. I went back downstairs and spotted him again, and he was giving me the eye, so I beckoned him with one come hither finger. I pretty much asked for his number, he said he couldn't talk on the phone at all because he had a paper due the next day, but he could correspond via email. I found this to be some bullshit. Anyway, it was a real blow because I was really nervous in my dream to ask James Franco for his number. After that, Sarah and I headed over to this area on the other side of the resort where my dad was on this flying apparatus thing...kind of like a hang glider. Anyway, I flew on that and then I woke up.
How did you get into his hotel room? Come hither finger? That would work in your fantasy, I'm surprised you didn't whip out a wink lol. Where was I in all this flirting! Prob in the bathroom giving myself a pep talk. I'm also surprised you didn't dig the whole paper/email thing. Overall I'm jealous, James Francos a hottie and I'm glad I was in your dream
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