sexyscholar | Jun. 5th, 2007

So. I had this dream.

Tom Felton -- not Tom!Draco, but the actor himself -- and I had gone to an art gallery. I couldn't tell you why we were together in the first place, but it was a dream, and generally I tend not to linger too long on logistics in dreams.

Anyway, Tom is interested in buying a painting for his new flat...I suppose we were in the UK. I keep telling him not to choose anything having to do with fish, because that's what people would expect him to get. You know. Cuz he fishes and shtuff.

We're walking around for a while, and we both start to get tired -- this gallery is ginormous. And kind of Escher-esque. It's weird. I tell him that my knee is starting to hurt, so he picks me up and carries me on his back. We make our way up a flight of stairs, and there are these two paintings on the wall that I really like. They're companion pieces -- both use a lot of dark and light blues and black with faint white scratches. Very abstract and wicked cool (I can't believe I just said "wicked cool") and I tell Tom that he should get them. He tells me that he'll think about it, and we keep going upstairs.

We hit the second floor, and I tell him to put me down and I'll carry him. He does. So now I'm carrying Tom on my back (O_o) and we're perusing this new gallery floor. Tom tells me to stop at this one picture -- it's a simple sketch of the outline of a man's face on a white background. You can make out an angular jaw line, and this shock of white blond hair falling into the subject's eye. That's it. And Tom is fascinated by this picture. And the whole time, I'm thinking, "OMFG, my choice is so way better."

I let him down off of my back, and he looks at the label under the portrait. It's called "Bad Faith."

I turn to him and say, "Isn't that what Malfoy means?"

He goes, "Yeah! It's a little bit brilliant that way, don't you think?" I shrug. Then he says, "Come on, don't be like that. I'm going to get your paintings too, you know."

I tell him, "You'd better" and HE KISSES ME ON THE NOSE. FTW.

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I don't remember anything after that, so I figure one of two things happened. Either I woke up, or I passed out in the dream because Tom Felton kissed me on my frakking nose.

So yeah. I have another dream with Tom Felton in it, and I can't get any further than a kiss on the nose. Even my dreams taunt me. ;_;

But the companion pieces I saw in my dream allowed me to start the front and back covers for a R/D fanmix that