I had a dream

I don't know why, but I really just want to remember this dream of mine. It's been a long time since I actually dreamt of something I could remember, and as vivid as this one... 

Celebrity crushes come and go. I've encountered a dozen of movies and TV series in my lifetime, all with charismatic lead actors. Here and there, I find myself fangirling (obsessively) over one or the other.

Jamie Campbell Bower used to be my obsession. I would keep track of his every action until a couple months later when the hype died down. He was casted as Jace Wayland, another book character obsession, and played the same role on the big screen.

So let me tell you how the story goes.

I had a dream.

I can't remember who I was with at the time. Perhaps my parents? But whoever they may be, they had dragged me over to the bank. I don't really know which bank it is, but it was a bank established side by side another. In the Philippines, the practice is quite popular. Banks after banks, all next to each other. 

So there I went.

However, a familiar (and somewhat odd) figure made me glance back to the parking lot. Walking along two other men (in blank suits) was Jamie Campbell Bower. I'd recognize him from every angle, from his lean torso, to his petite figure, slightly slouched back, and his (amazing) long blonde locks. I debated whether I confront him right then and there, but the necessity of going to the bank seems more like a priority. He entered the bank next to mine.

(Yes, the setting is in Manila)

Slightly annoyed and distracted, I decided to leave the bank for a second (while my company was doing all the banking stuff), and peek inside the one next to it, where I saw Bower come in a few moments ago. 

I didn't even get inside because right by the (window) door, I already saw him preparing to leave. I freaked out and rushed back to the neighboring bank (where my company was), and must have told my parents? that I'd be gone for a few minutes. 

I hoped Bower was still there when I come back, but he wasn't. Frustrated, I looked around the area hoping he left a trace somewhere. 

Luckily, thanks to my sight, I saw him again by this huge tinted black car. He was talking to his bodyguards? They were preparing to leave already. I didn't lose a moment, and I went for the embarrassing Can I take a photo with you  line. At first, he dismissed my intention. But it wasn't rude or anything, he just waved his hand at me and probably whispered wait. I watched him enter Bank B again. With my worried and confused face, I looked at his bodyguards and asked them if I could still take a picture. 

They said yes, but I needed to wait because Bower still needs to deal with his finances with Bank B. It didn't take long and he exited right away. That's when we properly introduced each other. The first photo was quite nice. I remember looking at my outfit and feeling proud because I actually matched his (forever awesome) style. He reached out for a hug, and his bodyguard took a few shots. 

This is the part it gets weird, and I'm assuming my memory left some details here, because all of a sudden, he was carrying me to his back! Yes, a piggy back ride, people! Gags

And then suddenly it was nighttime, well, almost. That in between night and day. My high school friends also decided to tag along, and weirder as it may get, we appear to be standing at the side street of my present school. They were chatting while I was just worried I was making it hard for him because he still carried me to his back. I remember I whispered to him, "Are you sure you can carry me like this? Aren't I too heavy?" And I remember his reply being, "I'm okay. You're my fan anyway." I think at this point I also asked him if he was preparing for a movie role or something.

In between this, I was only playing with my phone, going over Twitter (I JUST MET JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER!!!!), Instagram (Look who I stumbled across), and Snapchat (insert a million stories here). Eventually, he did let me down though, and we found ourselves surrounded by people who coincidently, I know. Also, he appeared to be able to use Tagalog and Bisaya as a dialect. I remembered being awed, and when I asked him how the hell did he learn it, he said he would often visit and stay in the Philippines.

At nightfall, another change in venue. Some sort of living room with couches and a comfortable ambiance. Whoever's house it was, I didn't get to know. Here we just continuously chatted, like friends to friends. And I remember just feeling content and proud that a simple boost of confidence to ask if I could take a picture with him resulted to this one in a million opportunity.

THE END

It was a nice one.