Me and Vince and Hope

I had a dream that I was on a date with Vince Vaughn. I'm a fan but not a huge fan of his work, and I don't ever obssess over celebrities. Needless to say, this dream made me happy. I felt good in this dream. And I felt good thinking back on it. It was our first date, and it went well. I tried to come up with a meaning for this when I woke up. I honestly believe I had this dream to make myself happy. Last night, I went to bed sad and wishing I had someone to hold and to hold me back. I kept the tears back as I held my pillow close. I missed him, but at the same time, I missed anyone. Even the one that came before him. I realized at this point, I'm just lonely. I'm not only missing him, I'm missing someone. And that someone could be anyone. And if I work this out and hang in there, that someone will fit better than he did. Nonetheless, this dream gave me hope. Hope that I will date a nice guy someday. Hope that I won't always have the urging feeling to have him in my life.