I had a dream that I was someplace in LA. I recall that I was in a cafe underground. I was sitting at the corner table next to a window when I noticed a handsome man who has this piercing blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He was about 5'9 with a slender muscular physique.
He looked like he was reading something in the dream but, then he stopped and glanced around the room. I remember this was when he saw me. I shyly smiled at him and then quickly looked away.
I remember thinking that he would never come over here and talk with me. You know, that feeling that a guy like that would never see me attractive. I just don't think that he would be interested in me because I feel like a mess. I smelt bad and felt sweaty because I had just jogged into the town.
I looked out the window and started to daydream when I heard a man's voice. I looked up saw him standing there. I could not speak, my tongue kept getting the way. He offered to buy me a coffee, tea. He also saw one of the drawings that I had on the table. Then next thing I knew, I was sitting on a yellow chair across from him. He was asking me a series of questions like, "So, what do you do in a studio? Then I recall that told me that I was a great artist as he took a sip of his latte. I remember saying that I was I didn't see myself the best artist in the world. Then he said, "I like a woman that's humble." Then I woke up.