Hey, Jake
I woke up from a decadent afternoon nap about half an hour ago, and just this moment remembered the absolutely bizarre dream I had.
My mom and I were dining at a small Italian restaurant on some major, bustling street. We were sitting on the outside patio, waiting for our food when I saw Jake Gyllenhaal walking around the street and sometimes disappearing into shops. I recognized that he was wearing the exact same outfit as he had been photographed in for a movie poster for an upcoming hit: a pink and white striped shirt and no shoes. When the food arrived, my mom and I started eating, only to be interrupted by Jake Gyllenhaal appearing table-side. He was holding out enormous cardboard signs - like, seven feet long - and they had prophetic tales scribbled on them. They were like enormous 'homeless signs' and he told me to yell out "Next!" when I wanted to see the next. Since I figured he might be hungry, I offered him a little of my noodle dish, which he promptly picked up and smashed on the ground. What a prick! Even though the fettuccine was done for, I rescued the bread and brushed it off. Jake Gyllenhaal moved to sit down beside me and apologized by tenderly holding my pinky finger for a moment or two. Then he jumped up and ran off, barefoot.
Ah, these are the dreams...
My mom and I were dining at a small Italian restaurant on some major, bustling street. We were sitting on the outside patio, waiting for our food when I saw Jake Gyllenhaal walking around the street and sometimes disappearing into shops. I recognized that he was wearing the exact same outfit as he had been photographed in for a movie poster for an upcoming hit: a pink and white striped shirt and no shoes. When the food arrived, my mom and I started eating, only to be interrupted by Jake Gyllenhaal appearing table-side. He was holding out enormous cardboard signs - like, seven feet long - and they had prophetic tales scribbled on them. They were like enormous 'homeless signs' and he told me to yell out "Next!" when I wanted to see the next. Since I figured he might be hungry, I offered him a little of my noodle dish, which he promptly picked up and smashed on the ground. What a prick! Even though the fettuccine was done for, I rescued the bread and brushed it off. Jake Gyllenhaal moved to sit down beside me and apologized by tenderly holding my pinky finger for a moment or two. Then he jumped up and ran off, barefoot.
Ah, these are the dreams...