I dreamed that we were on vacation somewhere in Russia (though I've never been there in my life) and we were sitting in a park. There were a bunch of people gathered about a half a mile away, and I saw in front of them, with his back turned to us... a man... with dark brown hair... wearing black... strumming a guitar... OH MY GOSH!!! Me: HeymomcouldIborrowapencil? Mom: Um... *reaches in her purse and hands me a pencil* here you go. Me: Thanks! *runs over and bumps into some guy holding programs for something* Ummm... *points to the programs* Guy: *hands me a program and walks away* Me: *runs the rest of the way to the crowd and waits patiently* Dima: *eventually stops playing and turns around* Me: *barely audibly* ...hi! *waves* Dima: *says something in Russian (just a bunch of random syllables I'd heard)* Me: Ummmm... I don't speak Russian... Dima: Oh. Me: But... can I still talk to you? Dima: ...yes. Me: Are you Dima Koldun? Dima: Yes. Me: =DDDDDDDDDD *fanspaz* Can I have your autograph? Dima: ...yes... Me: *holds out program and pencil* Dima: What's your name? Me: Miriam. M-I-R-I-A-M. Dima: *writes a little message on the program and hands it back to me* Here you go! Me: THANK YOU!!! Parents: *somehow find me here and drag me off* Me: DIMA I SAW YOU ON EUROVISION I LOVE YOU!!!!
Today I woke up and I was thinking... I ran right into him! They said it couldn't happen and I ran right int-- Oh... that was a dream.