SO i had yet another dream about Rihanna last night. This one was shorter. But in the dream, Rihanna was sitting at this picnic bench with food. It was night time, and she had black hair. I was also sitting at the same table with my brothers. Rihanna was on the opposite side of the bench in the middle, and I was sitting across her to the right, my bros sitting to the left of me. The table was covered with a white cloth, and food that Rihanna ordered were on the table.
I looked at the table and there were two plates of salad, one plate looked picked over, and the other plate was next to Rih. Rihanna was eating a sandwich, like a grilled ham sandwich or something. I looked at the picked over plate of salad then back at Rih and shook my head, thinking how could she just waste food. She looked at me. I whispered to her, "what was on this plate?" I pointed at the plate. Her eyes got big, then relaxed. She said "It was a salad. I asked them to give me a new one because it wasn't fresh." I replied "Oh..." and that was the end to the dream.
Random right? Like wtf does that even mean? smh lol. I just know we were talking mad low, like we were legit whispering. and it's funny, because when I met her for real that one time, I was talking really low, but she heard me. I see I'm going to have to look up the meaning of salad now, lol
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
#16: Meeting Rihanna Again (Dream)
Had the cutest dream about Rih. I dreamed I met her again, this time at a basketball game. I was with my family, sitting at the back of the lower level, and she was sitting at the front. The whole game, I was trying to get close to her by moving to seats down the rows. At one point she left the main floor and went out the double doors to the hallway; I tried to follow, but there were a bunch of security guards when I peeked out the door so I decided to go back in. I kept changing seats until I was right behind her. I whispered to my mom “Rihanna is right there.” Then I moved one last time. The row of seats in front of her were facing her, (like how metro seats are), so I sat in the one directly across from her. But I sat backwards in the chair facing the court, as a group of ladies was there talking. There was 2 minutes and 9 seconds left on the clock. I glanced back and Rihanna was looking at the ladies talking, so I turned around and faced her. She was wearing this dress: 
and she had her hair and make up styled as it was at the Grammys: 
I whispered “Rih” two times and she directed her attention at me. She smiled sweetly and said “hi”. I said “hi, I know you probably don’t remember but I’ve met you before.” She said “Oh?” and I said “Yeah. I’d show you the pic on my phone but the game’s not over.” Her eyes got big and she asked “is it halftime yet?” I assumed she asked because she was wanted to get up, leave and talk with me some more. :) That was as far as I got to in the dream because my phone’s continuous beeping signaling its death woke me up -_-. But I know if I continued the dream, this is what would happen:
After the game, we’d go out into the lobby and I’d pose for a pic w/ her again, preferably a kiss one. I’d show her the old pic and she’d probably laugh about it, you know how she is; she’d be like “Haaa, I remember that red hair” AND THEN I would ask her, TO HER FACE to follow me on twitter! To her face this time, not write it on a piece of paper in hopes that she’ll read it. Then I’d say goodbye and she’d kiss me again :)
No secret as to why I had yet another Rihanna dream. The battle within me to redeem myself. I WANT that follow from Rihanna on twitter, like you don't understand. And I feel like even if I have to see her again and tell her to her face, it has to happen. She never sees my tweets on twitter, and if she does, she just ignores them. I'll never be happy until she follows me. I can't give up. Yes, I'm that pressT.
and she had her hair and make up styled as it was at the Grammys: 
I whispered “Rih” two times and she directed her attention at me. She smiled sweetly and said “hi”. I said “hi, I know you probably don’t remember but I’ve met you before.” She said “Oh?” and I said “Yeah. I’d show you the pic on my phone but the game’s not over.” Her eyes got big and she asked “is it halftime yet?” I assumed she asked because she was wanted to get up, leave and talk with me some more. :) That was as far as I got to in the dream because my phone’s continuous beeping signaling its death woke me up -_-. But I know if I continued the dream, this is what would happen:
After the game, we’d go out into the lobby and I’d pose for a pic w/ her again, preferably a kiss one. I’d show her the old pic and she’d probably laugh about it, you know how she is; she’d be like “Haaa, I remember that red hair” AND THEN I would ask her, TO HER FACE to follow me on twitter! To her face this time, not write it on a piece of paper in hopes that she’ll read it. Then I’d say goodbye and she’d kiss me again :)
No secret as to why I had yet another Rihanna dream. The battle within me to redeem myself. I WANT that follow from Rihanna on twitter, like you don't understand. And I feel like even if I have to see her again and tell her to her face, it has to happen. She never sees my tweets on twitter, and if she does, she just ignores them. I'll never be happy until she follows me. I can't give up. Yes, I'm that pressT.
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