I had a wonderful, beautiful, happy as fuck dream last night. In the dream, Keith Buckley took me on a date. We went out to dinner and then he took me to this dive bar, and we went into a private room and had this monster-sized make out session. His kisses were hot and dirty, but sweet at the same time. We didn’t “do it”, so to say, but we did a lot of tongue wrestling.

Afterwards, he led me by the hand outside to the parking lot and said he had an amazing time. He smiled and me with this “oh you know it’s gonna happen again” look.

Seriously, that is the best dream I’ve had since the dream where I was riding around a mountain with Brann Dailor in a truck and we were eating ice cream together. I want more awesome, sweet dreams like that.