Why would I dream about a mad, passionate make-out session with Tom Cruise? I awoke scared, upset, (embarrassed) and wondering WHY I would dream about him? We have nothing in common. I'm taller than him. I don't embrace Scientology. I don't find him attractive. I never even met him. It does NOT make sense.
OMG!! I'm fatally attracted to leprechauns!
Quickly, Mr. Sandman, give me a dream. Make him the cutest I've ever seen.... give him the word that I'm not a rover.... and that his lonesome nights are over... Mr. Sandman, I'm all alone... don't have nobody to call my own, so please turn on your magic beam.... Mr. Sandman, please, please PLEASE, give me a dream.
Just make sure it's not Tom Cruise.
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