I had the most wonderful, and somewhat erotic, dream about Viggo last night. He was Aragorn, naturally, only a modern-day version... suped-up with fancy scimitars that were decorated with Gondorian/Celtic symbols. Each had a divot etched into it, so that the pair locked together as one weapon (and crossed over one another).
You'll have to pardon my rather
retarded drawing and just trust me that, really, these things looked awesome... and he knew how to wield them! Suped-up Aragorn also had a bad-ass vehicle that looked a little like something Batman would drive.
In the dream, I was his Arwyn/Muse. Half of the dream consisted of him dreaming of me or pretending I was there. The other was me actually in his presence in kind of flash-back sequences. One of those sequences, where he was dreaming of me being with him, got really steamy...including him counting as each inch went in (if you get me). Talk about wow-factor!
(And, in case you were curious...8" in all!! Holy cow!)
What really throws me is that I have no idea why I had the dream last night? The last thing I was reading before bed was about David Wenham? Where'd Viggo sneak in? What was he doing there? And of all things, as a Van Helsing/Batman/Super Aragorn?
I feel like he's playing Gollum when asked, "What were you doing, then?"
"Sneeeeaking!"