The Man of my Dreams

I swear I’m not crazy! I really did dream of my handsome man, hiding away in the forest! Why do you think I’m crazy?

You know what? I don’t think that you’ll think about me being crazy anymore. Why, you ask? Well, because I found the forest! I went to it also!

Then, with my handsome puppy named Brook (I picked his name out after hearing that a certain celebrity would not name her dog Brook), I began to search through the forest to find the man of my dream.

Dreams are funny things, don’t you think? I remember every single detail about my dream boy. He had this black mask covering his face, and I could only stare into his navy eyes. His chestnut hair, straight and shiny, were just... undescribable. Ack, he was so handsome! So beautiful! So stunning! Also we would meet in the middle of a dense area, with trees surrounding us... It would be love at first sight...

Actually, dreams are crazier than funny. They fail to mention the vines, the obstructions, the mosquitos, and the strange thing in the distance that seems to be coming straight out of Lord of the Flies. It’s one helluva scary forest, to be brutally honest.

Well, I did see him. Or rather, I saw his belt. The one belt that I had been searching for for my dog’s collar. I really wanted to give it to him, since I had been looking for one so hard, and yet that mysterious man was just... wearing it as a belt!

In my dreams, though, he had simply slid it off and gave it to me. Since he didn’t in real life, I figured that I had to do it myself! You should’ve seen the guy’s face when I tried to take off his belt, though! Then he ran away, screaming the word ‘rape’ over and over again...

Geez, and they say that I am crazy...