There are so many things to get all cracked out on in this thread. Oh, and btw Nikki - you have redeemed yourself, but please know that I will be watching you.
Oh - and I forgot to tell you my dream last night. I was at this club in L.A. which was featured on the set of the Hills (yes - I know...stick a metal rod in my eye socket). And I'm sitting at one of the "to be seen at" tables with Whitney (blech), and of course in walks Sex-on-a-Stick himself. Whitney was all, "Ima get me some" and I accused her of being a rubbish friend to me. I said the weirdest thing, though - as we do only in dreams - I said, "he's not just a meat burger." I then proceeded to explain that you can't just plan on jumping someone - especially someone so squeeee-worthy. I told her that he deserves his privacy, and you need to be polite about approaching him, and then pay attention to signals that say bugger off. I went into this detailed explanation of how she should shape up her attitude and treat him with respect, while the scene seemed to freeze, with Sex-on-a-Stick just halted in position as his beautiful self was walking in.
This was weird - because I accused her of being a bad friend, but then all I seemed to yell at her for was Sex-on-a-Stick's feelings. In reality I'd probably be more like, "you are a crappy friend because you know that I want to eat this man's pants off," completely oblivious to the notion that we might not even register on his radar. Typical. I guess my dream self was much more sympathetic.
So anyway - the scene unfroze and Sex-on-a-Stick continued his entrance. I somehow cut Whitney off by slapping her in her face, and also walked right in front of Sex-on-a-Stick to the bar. Like I totally cut off his path - his airspace. He was a little bit like, "wtf?" I didn't look at him until I had ordered two drinks, then I turned around and put one of them in his hand. I picked up his hand and wrapped his fingers around the glass, and then I took a sip of mine. It was AWESOME! Seriously. Reality Julie would never do something that smooth.
There was some strange conversation then - nice happy conversation, but it was all dreamy and therefore doesn't make real sense when I remember the dialog now. But the vibe was good. And suddenly we were friends - which RULED. Super comfortable and fun, even though I seemed to take on the "Rob" role and fill the silence whenever possible. Still very comfy, though. He said he had to go to a friend's birthday party, but that I should come. My "friendly" brain faltered a bit there, and suddenly I was terrified at the thought that my mind lingered a little too long on that last word. I didn't want to mess it up! It was like I could almost feel myself starting to wake up and come back to reality, and if I lost my cool, that would be the end of the dream. And of course, when you start to fight waking up, you wake up. So I woke up.
Seriously though - it ruled. That's the first dream I've had about Rob where I actually got to be myself and interact with him. The other one I had was that sad one where we were at a lame party together and all I did was beat myself up over the thought of approaching him, like the most pathetic wretch on earth, just assuming that he'd think I was an idiot. That was a sad one.