Isa Yuzawa
Warning, draggy but oh so dreamy dream story ahead.
So a whole boatload of us arrived at Vietnam (haha so un-PC but yes we arrived fresh off the boat) and we all rented bicycles and got on with our journey. We were not travelling together but I’d noticed him right from the start. He had a cute boyish look that I wasn’t usually attacted to. But he also looked like an utter rebel, which of course really attracted me.
But being in a somewhat anti-social mood, I avoided him. He started to annoy me with his superior cycling skills, weaving through the traffic apparently effortlessly while I struggled. Yet we kept pace. And for some reason, we were headed the same way.
Finally, we arrived at a mattress shop. I had earlier gotten to my hostel and found out that all the mattresses on my assigned bed (and there were multiple - layers and layers of mattresses, think princess and pea) were all somewhat old and sunken in the middle. So I wanted to buy a new one.
He didn’t come into the shop until much later, and when he came in, looking a little bruised and roughed up, he explained that there’d been riots outside and he had only just managed to extricate himself.
By then, I had already selected a mattress I wanted and was taking a nap (sleeping in a dream! Wicked!) on it, y’know, to test it out.
He dissed my choice altogether and advised me on what to look out for. That was when I got even more annoyed. Firstly being challenged on my ability to be a discerning consumer of mattresses (which I am, of course, since I sleep so much) and secondly because he woke me from a nap!
This is all while thinking also that he’s REALLY hot: tousled hair, survivor of street riot, physical agility on a bike etc.
We argued for a bit and my best friend arrived. This is my best friend also in Real Life and in Real Life, she does not squeal. But in this dream, she does, “Is that Isa Yuzawa?” She also sticks a piece of scrap paper in his face and demands an autograph.
As it turned out, he was a famous blogger/online personality, who had a cult following that apparently included my best friend. I had seen his website before and had been impressed. But out of disdain for the popular, I didn’t become a true follower.
After shaking off my friend, he comes over to me and explains sheepishly that he wouldn’t expect people to recognise him in Real Life so he was feeling a bit awkward. He didn’t realise that I knew how popular his website was and tried to play it down, to appear “normal,” so to speak.
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Successful, talented, hot AND modest!
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Then the last straw - he offered me a piece of chocolate! (Bearing in mind I had been nothing but rude towards him all this time.)
Alas, at that exact moment when I was finally going to SMILE AT HIM, my alarm went off. Damnit.