TOO SOON

Last night I had a dream that John Oliver saved myself and others from a slowly sinking BC Ferry by making water wings out of pillows and whispering hilariously sexy things in my ear while tightening the belt on my life vest. The boat ended up making it to shore, where we were all ushered into a super fancy hotel that wouldn’t let us use their courtesy phones to call our families to relay the safety. John Oliver used his stature and suit to weasel his way into being allowed to use a phone to call my mother. Swoon swoon and all, but I should probably stop taking so much melatonin before bed.