I'd like to share this strange (strange in some ways, but not entirely strange) dream I had about Benedict Cumberbatch... last night. Well, I know you'd be asking things like, "Why the hell did you put it on Wattpad?" and my response would be: "Because I cannot fangirl with anyone. None of my friends nor classmates know about Benedict Cumberbatch! And even if they did, I would just bore them with my dream and they'd be like, 'Uh, yeah. You're a bit obsessed and crazy about Ben, so just stop.' and they'll just roll their eyes at me and tell me to shut up. And I know you guys can understand my feels so I'm gonna share this and I'm going to fangirl with you whether you like it or not!" So... yeah. Just like that. I know you guys get my point. I don't want to feel rejected and ignored while fangirling, and people in RL would make me feel that way, so... yeah!

So, it all began when I saw Benedict Cumberbatch standing outside our house. Well, not really outside... We have this little garden and that's where I saw him. He was wearing a grey shirt, jeans and I dunno what his shoes were. He had his gingerbatch hair, the curly gingerbatch hair (you call it the gingerbatch hair, right?) and he also had beard. 

Well, I was just staring at him. Admiring him... And then, I don't know but somehow my dream told me that he was living in our house. With us. Then I was like, "Oh, yeah." (Yeah, weird.)

And I kept staring... and staring... and staring... then, Mr. Benedict CumberUNF suddenly turned his head in my direction. And he gave me his WTF face. Not the rude WTF face, but it was like, "How long were you staring at my loveliness?!" Or "How long were you staring at my lovely arse?" kind of look.

I was very surprised, so I immediately walked away and stayed in a place where I thought he couldn't see me or notice me.

I stood there.

Then a paper and a pen magically appeared in my hands! (Yes, weird. Very weird. Is it?) And because I could not contain my feels anymore and nobody was there to fangirl with me, I wrote "Motherfucker!" on the paper. That was what I wrote. Strange. Odd. Eccentric. A very bad way to describe my feels, I know. But it was like the only thing that popped into my mind when I saw how he looked at me. It was like all of my feels. "Motherfucker!" described my feels. Hahaha! Weird. Very. Weird.

Then, it was all fine again. I was secretly smiling and fangirling to myself then Mr. Cumberbatch was suddenly beside me. It was like *POOF!* "Hello, I'm here."  

He looked at me with his WTF face again. His WTF face was like, "Hey, what are you writing?" 

And I'm like, "Shit. Nonononononono! He cannot see thiiiiis!" 

What's so funny is that, when he started to move and peek at what I wrote, he suddenly unzipped his pants and well, he.... he urinated. He stood beside me, urinating while peeking at the paper. HAHAHAHA! Then I was like, "No, you can't see this... Errr... I mean, bye!" 

So, I moved away from him. Ran away from him actually. I went to my room, he followed me there. I went to the bathroom, he still followed me there, and I went to my mom's room and still he followed me there.... Then we were about to talk.... and my damned alarm clock rang. I woke up, realizing that it was all just a dream. A really nice dream.

I dreamed about Benedict Cumberbatch, and I was just smiling the whole morning. And it was good. G-O-O-D. GOOD. Very good. Fantastic! Brilliant! 

That's all, thank you! :) 

Have you had any dreams about Ben? Or any of your favorite celebrity? (Well, I'm sure you did. I just want to know) If you feel like you wanna share it... come, come, come share it, baby! :) (I know, I am weird. This is weird. Sorry, guys.)