My Favorite Dream Ever

Okay, so you guys know about my obsession with Matt Berry, right?




If you don't know about Matt Berry, he's awesome. He's a British actor, and he stars in several of my favorite television shows. Here's a little taste:



He has the most amazing voice, and I totally love it. I recently ordered some DVDs: Garth Marenghi's Darkplace and Snuff Box, both starring Mr. Berry. I watched an episode of Darkplace before I went to bed. This is the dream I had that night:

I'm in Matt Berry's flat, conducting an interview with him. We're flirting back and forth and it's generally going well. After a few minutes of this, we decide we are getting along so well that we've had enough of the interview and he suggests we just hang 'round and see what happens (this is the point in my dream where I'm doing a victory dance because I'm so in love with him).
Somehow, the decision is made to go over to his mentally-challenged (I have no idea why I thought this) neighbor's house and get high (which I never do). We're on his neighbor's porch, and he pulls out a bag of weed and some papers and starts to roll up a joint. I stop him, and say, "Wait, I've got *this*!" and pull a container of mozzarella cheese sticks out of my pocket. I proceed to then cut them up into tiny, tiny pieces and lace the marijuana with it so that when we smoke it, we can get "all the cheesy goodness, too".
He looks at me then with what I can only describe as lusty admiration and says (in that liquid-velvet voice of his), "Why, you dirty hausfrau!"...

...and then I woke up. Funniest. Dream. Ever.

I know no one cares about other people's dreams. In the immortal words of Dennis Reynolds, "I hate listening to people's dreams. It is like flipping through a stack of photographs. If I'm not in any of them and nobody is having sex, I just don't care." And that is totally fine, but I just had to jot this down for posterity.