Last night, I dreamt of Idris Elba, my baby. Since it was a dream, of course, it was a bit odd, there was a hotel room, a US Postal Service truck, a train station, some explosives, and some hot steamy lovin’, because what would an Idris Elba dream be without some hot steamy lovin’?? It felt so real and so good that I was actually upset when the alarm clock went off ending my wonderful dream experience, luckily I remember most of it, and right now, that is what is getting me thru the day… :o)
