Typically I don’t remember my dreams. But I guess because I’ve only gotten about 10hrs of sleep in three days now my brain is on overload or something.

So. Dream.

I was in a comic book store, and I walked past these two people dressed up in weird costumes. I side-eyed them heavily, because who the fuck cosplays in the middle of the day? In a run-down comic book store? FOR NO REASON?

It just seemed random as fuck to me, so yes. I gave them a look of undiluted WTF and kept walking on.

Next thing I know, one of the cosplayers walks up to me and goes “Is my costume not up to your snuff?”

I tell him no, I’ve seen better Robin’s (because apparently that’s what he was, but it was a terrible, horrible costume). So then he takes off the mask and reveals that he is Taylor Lautner.

Taylor. Lautner.

What the hell, self. I ask him what he’s doing here, he says something about promoting the newest Twilight movie, I say ‘oh’ and proceed to walk away.

Next thing I know, he’s behind me again, pestering me. I say something along the lines of ‘you don’t get many girls walking away from you, do you?’ He says no, and we talk, me being a total bitch to him the whole time. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY. In real life, it takes so much to make me angry, but apparently dream!me is a complete and utter bitch.

Next thing I know, the other cosplayer comes up, and asks “Tay” what is taking so long. Closer this person gets, the more familiar she looks. Finally she’s less than a foot away and I realize this is Kristen Stewart.

I don’t even know what happened after that, but next thing I know, we’re in the backseat of my car and KRISTEN FUCKING STEWART is straddling me and we’re making out and what the everloving fuck.

WHAT THE FUCK, BRAIN.

Oh, and she suddenly had on a maid uniform. I don’t even know.