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I had such a wonderful dream a couple nights ago. In it I was having a family dinner at a really hick outdoor restaurant, but for some reason there was a concert with a bunch of british mucisians there too. (I think I had that queen mum concert in mind when I went to sleep) Robbie Williams was there to perform and I nearly crapped my pants when I saw him. The good thing was that nobody else was running to ambush him and I had no other female competition to try and shake his hand or something. For some reason there were two chainlink fences that separated us and he was reaching his hand out to shake my hand but I was about five feet away squeezing my arm thru a hole in the fence. Dumb me realized I could run around the fence to shake his hand so I did. We held hands, I gazed lovingly into his eyes, and he held my hand while he sang a line from one of the Swing When You're Winning album directed to me. le sigh, how I wish that would ever happen in real life.
Replies: 2 comments heck yeah! robbie williams is one hotass. i wish i could have met him in a dream too :) did you ever watch mtv cribs of him? oh boy. i was like, 'dang let me get on that bed!' lol i am too much i better stop now. Posted by Julia @ 06/06/2002 09:56 PM EST oooh... I want to have that dream, except with john mayer. Posted by lane @ 06/06/2002 02:06 PM EST
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