He's Dreamy
I meant to blog about this yesterday, but alas, I did not. I had a dream about JC the other night. It took me a good hour or so after I woke up to remember I'd actually had it, and I wish I remembered more about it! It was long and interesting while I was having it. <.g>
I don't know where we were, but there were lots of people there. JC was there, but no one was paying attention to him, so I went over and struck up a conversation. Now we KNOW this was a dream, because I am so not that bold. Ha ha. So we chatted for a looooong time. For some reason, he went to grab my hand, and I said "Oh, my hand's all sweaty!" (okay, WHO dreams about sweaty palms? Seriously.) He said something about being used to touching sweat (whatever THAT means), and he held my hand. Ha ha. This whole dream was actually quite long and involved and enjoyable, but obviously it doesn't translate as such. Normal people have hot, sexy dreams about hot, sexy boys like JC Chasez. I, on the other hand, dream of conversations and sweaty palms. Go figure.