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    1. 10 July 2019 - Date with Paul Rudd

      by , 05-09-2019 at 05:35 AM (squidnapping's journal)
      Paul Ruddís coming over for a date with me. Iím serving up dinner for the family: fish and chips, sweet corn on someoneís plate, another plate got a cup of tea but itís inside half a lemon or is half a lemon/lime, maybe thatís uncle Michael's. I put the plates on the floor of the living room, so we can all sit together. Paul arrives. I put our plates so Paul and I will be next to each other. He disappears off to the loo. I realise I havenít started eating, after several minutes, though others have almost finished. I go get a plastic fork and start eating. After one thing, I eventually go for a second thing and notice only one prong is left on the little white fork. I show Jesse and Paul, and giggle. So yeah Paul comes back during that time and he says he wasnít able to flush properly and sorry he took so long but thatís why(?) and also sorry but heís left something in the toilet. I look to Dad to explain as I start to say ďsometimes that toilet..Ē or something, not really sure and/or not wanting to be the one to say. Soon Paul and I go off somewhere to be alone and have our date properly.
      Thereís Paul and me and another person, like blind Jenna from Pretty Little Liars. Weíre on a hill, near a little waterfall, and thereís a wooden fence like for a sheep paddock. Maybe Jesse is there too, at some point(s). Before too long, things are going wrong. Paul doesnít seem to be enjoying himself. Granted, Iím 20 and heís 50, and Iím sure we both knew it would be weird. But Iím making an effort to enjoy myself (actually no duh Iím automatically having the time of my life iTS PAuL RUDD) and to help him enjoy himself, but somehow things donít go smoothly. I just remember getting to the point where he was (or they were) offering me/us (me and Jesse?) a plastic case of little bags of nuts and like things, and I was suspicious from the start and trying to read the labels but they looked normal and I couldnít see how theyíd have injected anything bad into them - the bags were whole. So I tried to at least be polite and not let on, until he said something about having everyone we know die or have something happen from eating those, and that was of course the last straw, so I/we argue back to him/them, and at some point not too long later Paul and I are talking about what went wrong on this date and weíre talking about starting over and I think we wonder why Iím being so optimistic and forgiving or why or how we reached this decision and I say maybe itís because Iíve been trying to make it work, not giving up - or something like that.
      So we try again. We go the other way from the house this time, walking along a grassy part near a river. Things go well, and he actually likes me. At some point I link my arm through his - my right, his left - and ask him if heís having a good time. I just love being with him, and like knowing he too is happy while with me. When I link our arms, heís noticeably a lot taller than me, the top of my head coming up to about his shoulders, perhaps a tiny bit above. Iím looking up at him. At some point we must be talking about how weíre having a good time this round and I say it could be because weíre going the other way, along by the river. The river is just nearby, in the background, behind us. We are walking along and up a bit, the long-grassed ground is sloping gently.
      Weíre in a building, like quite a fancy house, carpeted, upstairs, quite a lot of space, and lots of people there, for an event like, a party or a convention. From some point we know itís [our annual summer camp], but not at first I donít think. I'm with Paul at first, and maybe Jesse and/or others too, and then Paul crosses the room through the crowd and I quickly look after him and try to follow where he went, before he disappears. He no longer looks like Paul, heís now an older, shorter, wider man, with white hair, a black blue and pink horizontal-striped t-shirt, or thatís how I imagine him because he looks like someone youíd see like that, someone you canít easily imagine without a fanny-pack.
      Then I remember we're looking at a house, and I'm excited because Paul and I have decided we're going to buy it, we're going to get married and live here. I'm so happy and excited and content with everything. We're about to say we want the place but just before us another person says they'll take it. Oh well, we think, we can find another place.

      When I woke up from this dream I was genuinely very sad that I was not with Paul Rudd. (

      Updated 03-30-2020 at 08:03 AM by 96266