#but not as confused when I woke up to the snowplow coming down my street

[popcorn-plots]

Idk if I already posted this or not but I had a dream a few nights ago where Tom Hiddleston (with short hair and Benedict Cumberbatch's eyes) was married to a mix of Susan Downey and my AP English teacher. They had two kids. Martin Freeman's two kids. They were in a parking lot and the dude running the boom gate (i just spent five minutes googling them to see what the fuck they're called) was a really big fan and wanted Tom's autograph, but Tom said nope and threw his daughter in the car.

Threw her. Like picked her up and just tossed her into the backseat like a basketball. Then they circled this random parking lot at BYU (I think it's the one next to the football stadium) trying to find another parking spot to get away from this dude who was actually being really kind about it and asked nicely, walking away when Tom said no.

So they're circling this parking lot and the only other stall available was the stall right next to this guy's massive white minivan. Tom parked his tiny little what, 2006 white car? No idea what it was, but it was a rental car by parents had when our chevy traverse was in the shop.

Yeah, he parked and found out he was next to the dude who wanted his autograph and I woke up.