So it should come as no surprise that he made a guest appearance in one of my dreams the other night.
He was his usual hot James self, and I was me, and he had no idea who I was. He was also very much married (!) so that seemed to put a slight dent in my plan to seduce him (at this point, I feel compelled to apologize to my real-life husband who was conspicuously absent in said dream—sorry, Hon, I don’t control this stuff).
Okay, so where was I? Oh, yeah, James. So we happened to be in some sort of fancy-schmancy hotel (note to subconscious: please reserve this set for future dreams as well), and I somehow ran into James in the lobby and starting swooning and telling him how I was a huge fan of his and had seen all his movies, like, five times (to be perfectly honest, not Supernova or Alien Hunter, those looked kinda dumb in the previews). He was vaguely polite, the way you might be to one of those people at the little kiosks in the mall trying to trick you into buying hand lotion by asking you what time it is. He smiled condescendingly (his trademark!) and then left.
What he didn’t know is that I followed him, and that is when I saw him go into a suite with his tiny perfect Asian wife. (Not even sure if he is married in real life, but in the dream his wife was very gorgeous and movie-star-ish.)
While James disappeared into his room with Mrs. James, I was temporarily distracted by a vehicle I just noticed was parked nearby. It was one of those ubiquitous food trucks, but instead of selling gyro sandwiches and lukewarm sodas, it was selling high-end designer shoes. This might have been the best part of my dream, because all the shoes were my size (8, if you must know).
James and I did not end up together, but I ended up with the type of shoes that Charlize Theron most definitely would have worn in Two Days in the Valley.
So that means I win. Because James might notice me tomorrow night.
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