It doesn't matter what I have been doing these past few days, Alexander Skarsgard is on my mind. I have had two dreams in a row one from last night and the night before. He was the King of the Underworld, and all around him were distorted and desolate creatures. In both dreams I was pulled into Hell to serve his purpose. Last night, he was luring me into his realm to sign a contract with him. Another man made his way through Hell, which was full of traps and horrible sights to save me, but when he finally found me, I didn't want to leave the King's side. And, so he was killed, and by signing the contract, he and I were set loose upon the Earth to live out our love and lust. Sound fucking ridiculous. The first dream was very similar, but even though the King of Hell had Mr. Skarsgard's face, he had the name of Kurt Cobain.
I hate how men who look... like him... 6 foot 5, handsome face and the body to challenge the statues of Greek gods only exist on film. So, women, like me, with vivid imaginations, can daydream them up and down all day. I was sweeping at work the other day, and imagined him walking through the doors, his eyes glazed over in some thought or another. I imagined what I would say to him. Daydreams, sometimes they can be so painful to experience. These night dreams I have, I wake up in a pool of sweat... so fucking lonely.
I am a lunatic, I know. But, I think everyone has someone out there they'd just like to know in the biblical sense. I hope no one reads this. This isn't supposed to be some fan site for Mr. Skarsgard. I just need to get these freak thoughts out of my head while I am awake.
I feel like such a creep.
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