all the other girls were jealous

i was at a jazz game. i went to find my seat, for i was alone you see.
my friend was supposed to come but she came down with a bad case of the i-hate-ashley's.
so she didn't come.
i spotted my seat and a cute blonde boy sitting in the one next to mine.

Niall in sunglasses = Greek God.

i took a seat and asked how he was doing.
"i'm grand! how are you?"
i answered. told him my name. he told me his.
how had i not realized it before?!
my mind was telling me it couldn't be true so my eyes wouldn't believe it
until i heard his glorious accented voice speak the word.
"niall."
we chatted.
he pointed out something to our right (he was to my left convienently)
while pointing he smoothly rested his arm around my shoulders.
i stopped breathing.
i don't remember exactly how it happened, for i was still in recovery from the previous move.
he held my hand.
me?
dead.
after a minute.
kiss.
woke me right up. (prince charming? what?)
now here's the weird part.
his lips turned to black man lips.
weird?
obviously.
did i kiss him anyway?
of course.
after the game ends we go to buy tickets for the next game (because thats how things worked in my dream)
the drooling girls are trying to get tickets next to him.
who gets the ticket next to him?
i do.
why?
cuz he bought it for me. (the girls were jealous)

the end.
wierdest/second best dream ever?
quite possibly.
why is it the second best?
i had a first best a while ago. maybe i'll post about it next.