My morning dream (novel long embrace yourself)
An Australian guy who made dark comedy horror films had a YouTube channel for his smaller clips and trailers. We met because we were in a comedy meeting film where I met comedians and they had manuscript while I improvised.
I ended up an actor in one of his YouTube challenges where me and two others had transparent coloured fire-sheets fabrics (you lit them up) to dress us up in, in a garage and best dress out wins a price. I struggled to get a sheet loose at it was in a big roll and it was heavy. The other two were way ahead while I struggled in the back.
Time ticked and I finally got a red piece out and put it as a mask on my eyes and thought I'd be one of the teenage mutant ninja turtles. I then crawled out carefully under junk as I saw him stand next to the film camera tripod on the payway.
He then took the film camera in his hands and crawled up and met me eye to eye. Our lips were kissable close as he said: "This is a bit embarrassing, but I only do these clips because I want to be alone, with you"
Fast forward a few days later I got text messages from him. He wanted me to come to Australia to his mansion. I hid them from my boyfriend. The dream then jumped to me being in Australia with him. I think his name was Matt.
A small detail he forgot to mention was he had a wife and a 6 months old baby. But they seemed to have made an arrangement that they're only married on paper and not really inlove.
She was fine with me being there. I became best friend with his wife and I got the extra mother role of the baby. Which I loved. I loved my new life and he was amazing in all ways. I wasn't used to being the rich lover of a famous guy. I was dressed up in expensive beautiful gowns every day as I followed him to event's and was back stage.
He married me. I wore a beautiful glitzy big off white vintage lace dress with pearled collar and a huge skirt. This made me and his old wife struggle to remain our friendship. As he wanted a child with me too and that made her feel outside and replaced.
We swam together in the mansion pool one night, trying talking to it out, we ended up crying in eachothers arm's in our wet bathing suits, promising no guy should ever get to tear us apart.
3-4 years later I met him in the kitchen. He had gained weight and didn't look like that hot celebrity anymore. He looked like a classic dad with his dad bod and untrimmed beard, but I loved him anyway, just in a new more mature way.
I never got pregnant and he got tired of me as I got older. He divorced me. Turns out he only loved women when they looked young and fresh. Ignore the part how he himself aged. He arranged to meet 5 new young girls to come to his mansion. But somewhere deep down he realized as he let me go, that he had lost the love of his life. It was more than beauty with me, he loved my personality and the second he realized it he called off the other girls and went to Sweden to find me.
He found me and explained it all honestly and vulnerable. I was dissapointed in him but I still loved him too. I went back to Australia with him, he wanted us to remarry. And have a child. He said he has found his woman, the search is done. I took my time to decide if I should commit or not. He gave me all the time I needed.
He drove his old wife to a cottage somewhere for her to get peace and reflect and just get away from his famous life which had burned her out. He still cared about her and would always love her in a way and I thought that said a lot about his character. She was friends with both of us and supported us to remarry, we had her blessing and it meant the world to me. So we remarried.
This time. I designed my wedding dress. It was in a combination of gold and silver lace. It was an even bigger skirt on it than my old dress. And here is when I woke up.
When I say I remember my dreams well. This is what I mean.
I ended up an actor in one of his YouTube challenges where me and two others had transparent coloured fire-sheets fabrics (you lit them up) to dress us up in, in a garage and best dress out wins a price. I struggled to get a sheet loose at it was in a big roll and it was heavy. The other two were way ahead while I struggled in the back.
Time ticked and I finally got a red piece out and put it as a mask on my eyes and thought I'd be one of the teenage mutant ninja turtles. I then crawled out carefully under junk as I saw him stand next to the film camera tripod on the payway.
He then took the film camera in his hands and crawled up and met me eye to eye. Our lips were kissable close as he said: "This is a bit embarrassing, but I only do these clips because I want to be alone, with you"
Fast forward a few days later I got text messages from him. He wanted me to come to Australia to his mansion. I hid them from my boyfriend. The dream then jumped to me being in Australia with him. I think his name was Matt.
A small detail he forgot to mention was he had a wife and a 6 months old baby. But they seemed to have made an arrangement that they're only married on paper and not really inlove.
She was fine with me being there. I became best friend with his wife and I got the extra mother role of the baby. Which I loved. I loved my new life and he was amazing in all ways. I wasn't used to being the rich lover of a famous guy. I was dressed up in expensive beautiful gowns every day as I followed him to event's and was back stage.
He married me. I wore a beautiful glitzy big off white vintage lace dress with pearled collar and a huge skirt. This made me and his old wife struggle to remain our friendship. As he wanted a child with me too and that made her feel outside and replaced.
We swam together in the mansion pool one night, trying talking to it out, we ended up crying in eachothers arm's in our wet bathing suits, promising no guy should ever get to tear us apart.
3-4 years later I met him in the kitchen. He had gained weight and didn't look like that hot celebrity anymore. He looked like a classic dad with his dad bod and untrimmed beard, but I loved him anyway, just in a new more mature way.
I never got pregnant and he got tired of me as I got older. He divorced me. Turns out he only loved women when they looked young and fresh. Ignore the part how he himself aged. He arranged to meet 5 new young girls to come to his mansion. But somewhere deep down he realized as he let me go, that he had lost the love of his life. It was more than beauty with me, he loved my personality and the second he realized it he called off the other girls and went to Sweden to find me.
He found me and explained it all honestly and vulnerable. I was dissapointed in him but I still loved him too. I went back to Australia with him, he wanted us to remarry. And have a child. He said he has found his woman, the search is done. I took my time to decide if I should commit or not. He gave me all the time I needed.
He drove his old wife to a cottage somewhere for her to get peace and reflect and just get away from his famous life which had burned her out. He still cared about her and would always love her in a way and I thought that said a lot about his character. She was friends with both of us and supported us to remarry, we had her blessing and it meant the world to me. So we remarried.
This time. I designed my wedding dress. It was in a combination of gold and silver lace. It was an even bigger skirt on it than my old dress. And here is when I woke up.
When I say I remember my dreams well. This is what I mean.
31-35, F
