Rob...where are you?!

Obviously, my week of strange dreams continues.

Last night I dreamed that my man, Rob Pattinson was going to passing through my town. I don't know the deal, but I saw something in the newspaper or something. I decided I was going to go down to the airport and see him. I figured maybe I could at least get an autograph or picture.

In the meantime, it was Thursday and I had the day off work for some reason. Somehow I had found out Jackson Rathbone would be making an appearance somewhere. It appeared there was a show or festival or something downtown. In my town we have artsy things downtown, so I'm not sure what this was. I somehow managed to run into him just hanging out signing autographs and talking to fans.

When I stepped up, there weren't many people around, but there was a lot of activity around him. It looked like he was signing little pieces of paper. Like from a notepad. Then they turned into t-shirts. He asked me what he wanted me to sign and he called me by name.

Then it turned into where I'd met him once before and I was stunned to think he may have remembered me. I guess he signed a shirt for me. Then someone asked him to dance. This is where I think I got him confused with Taylor Lautner because he started doing flips and gymnastic moves.

When that was over, I was heading somewhere and realized I did not have Friday off and that was when Rob would be coming through town. I wondered what my chances were of getting that day off and if I should try or forget it. I thought about the masses of people who would probably be there. When the dream ended, I was leaning toward going, but I hadn't decided.

I know I dreamed about Jackson because my roommate was watching Criminal Minds when I went up to go to bed. Jackson was on Criminal Minds and I was thinking about him as I saw the show come on. But I wish I'd have gotten to see Rob! Even in my dream.