I was sitting in my parents' car in a sandy, wooded area (does that make sense?), waiting to get out. We were going to some sort of public event, I know, because there were hundreds of cars. Just what this event was, I do not know.
Suddenly, I saw Ioan Gruffudd walking through the crowds. I jumped out of the car and ran up to him. What I said to him was only the first of an entire string of stupid statements that would continue throughout the dream.
"Oh my God! Hi! I'm your biggest fan!"
I was going to ask if he would mind posing for a photo with me, but he was clearly distracted. He grabbed my hand and began pulling me all over the place. I assumed he was going to take me with him, and once he had finished whatever "business" he had to finish, he'd talk to me.
The next thing I knew, we were alone, and walking together down Second Street, behind my house. He began to complain about being hungry and said that the only food the "event" we had attended earlier had to offer had been hamburgers and hotdogs.
I knew the town better than he did, naturally, so he commissioned me to select a place where he could get something to eat. I started to suggest we stop by my place of employment (it sells Good Food), but for some reason I wouldn't open my mouth.
Suddenly...Ioan and I were in Paris. We were starting to become very good friends, despite my idiotic utterances and occasionally slurred words (due to the excitement).
Ioan and I often found ourselves seated on benches, or stone squares (?). Rarely did I see us actually walking anywhere. Whenever we sat together, we were very, very close, because there were usually three to five other people sharing the bench with us. I didn't mind the closeness!
I suddenly decided I wanted my picture taken with Ioan in front of the Eiffel Tower. I told him, and we set off.
Then, something woke me up, and that wonderful, wonderful dream was ruined.
