Dream guy

I used to dream like crazy. Most of those dreams were horrifying - like actual horror movie bad.
I haven't really noticed it until now, but I either dream far less or I can't remember what I'm dreaming. Either way, it's better than remembering awful things your brain told you while you were asleep.
Last night I had a dream. I'll try to be quick about it since I know no one cares about other people's dreams, really, unless they directly involve you, which this one doesn't. Unless you are Ben Affleck.
I don't have "a thing" for Ben Affleck. He's cute, and I've liked him in several movies - even cheesy ones, but he's not on my list*, if you know what I mean. ANYWAY. He was friends with my Man and me in this dream, which is odd, but ok. The Man had just purchased an apartment in a building and Ben had purchased several adjacent apartments and knocked the walls down between them to make one super-apartment. In the dream he'd done this to impress me. He had a crush on me and the reason I'm telling you about this dream is simply to tell you that he said the following sentence to me (yes, I know it was just a dream):

"I designed the place with you in mind."

Now that is a goal of mine. To have someone say that to me about someplace sometime somewhere. I let you know how that goes.

Other than naughty Ben Affleck dreams (oh yeah, we got it on after he said that...), there's not much to write about. Opening night of the show is tomorrow and I'm psyched (but also excited to have tonight off). Tuesday night coming home from rehearsal I slipped and fell in the rain and bruised one knee and split open the other one. Then last night on the way to rehearsal I slipped and caught myself before I fell but I did rake my big toe on the ground and that opened up and gushed blood. I know it doesn't sound possible for a flip flop to "fill up with blood" but it kind of did. By the time I got to rehearsal five minutes after it happened my foot looked like I'd pulled it out of a bear trap or something. Gory...


*In case you don't know what I mean, I mean my celebrity freebie list**. You should know by now that this is the list of people you're allowed to know in the biblical sense without any repercussion from your significant other.

**I've significantly pared down my celebrity freebie list:
-The Rock (he's so clean and smooth and shiny and his smile is fantastic and I love him shut up)
-Micheal Cera (because I'd need a change from The Rock occasionally and he's SO cute and awkward and kind of dirty but also respectful)
-Drew Barrymore***
-Gerard Butler / Jon Stewart are alternates

People I've kicked off the list over the last few years:
-Jason Lee. I LOVE him but I'm pretty sure he's a Scientologist. Boo.
-Ryan Reynolds. Who leaves Alanis Morisette for fuckingScarlett Johannsen? An asshole.
-Luke Wilson. He's suffered some bloat. Ok, a lot of bloat.

***Not that this would ever happen but I'm picturing The Rock, Michael Cera and Drew Barrymore all lined up vying for my attention. It's amusing.