Now this is the man I've been waiting to dream about. I'm a huge fan of Michael Vartan and have waited patiently for two years for him to appear in my dreams. He finally did. Sadly, I don't remember the real details of the dream, so this is more of a general outline of what happened. The bulk of the MV dialogue left my head the minute I decided to try and write it down. And for the record - Michael Vartan appeared as HIMSELF in the dream - he wasn't a character.

It seems Michael and I know each other - we're acquaintances. But we also like to flirt with each other. Harmless flirting on his part, hopeless-in-love flirting on my part. There is a constant dance as we circle and try to figure out where our modest friendship should go.

It's finally decided that we'll try going out on a date. I am heady with excitement as I get ready - my dream date with My Main Man Michael Vartan. My friends are almost as excited as I am.

We decide to meet at a restaurant - he had to work that day and wasn't exactly sure if he'd be on time. We made a general date to meet at 8 p.m., and I arrive promptly in case he gets off work early. I only have to wait moments. From behind me I hear his voice, slightly stilted, tenative and nervous. "Hey there, Jane."

I turn and see Michael Vartan is dressed handsomely in a dark suit, his short blondish hair ruffled as it is everytime I see him. He's smiling awkwardly at me, which I think is sweet. I smile back, my brightest and most winning smile. But it falters slightly when I see a woman come up from behind him and take his arm. She's a dark brunette, and slightly reminds me of Jami Gertz.

Michael gives me an apologetic look as the woman takes a seat opposite of me.

I give him a horrified look, thinking "You brought another woman on our date?

I sit for a moment, taking it all in, and then get up from the table. Putting down the napkin that was in my lap, I say to Michael, "Well, I'll you two to it."

He starts to say something but I cut off him with an evil glare and stomp out of the restaurant.

I go to my friend's house and pound on her door, in tears. She finally lets me in and I quickly tell her what has happened. But somehow she already knows, as if she had a camera pointed directly at the scene and saw the whole thing.

"Jane, you've got to talk to him. I get the feeling that he didn't want this woman to come with him, but wanted to be with you. Talk to him."

Sniffling as my tears subside, I consider what she has said. Could it be? Could Michael have not wanted that woman there? I think back, he did sound slightly sad when he said hello. And hadn't he stiffened up slightly when the woman took his arm?

"I've got to find him!" I say to my friend. "I need to go!"

With that I rush out of her apartment and go rushing back to the restaurant.

***

Then I woke up.