Day 46: Date Paul Rudd.

My eyes are half opened as I'm writing this. I don't want to forget a drop of the insanity that was being created in my head a mere 5 minutes ago. During my post-snooze button dream, actor Paul Rudd was wooing me and in the strangest way. And damn it, why can't this one be true?!
I was back in New York, Williamsburg to be exact and it was snowing. I was hanging out in a loft with people I have never seen before in my life, two skater boys circa 1995 who couldn't be older than 19. Paul was the neighbor who lived upstairs and came dancing in wearing a canary yellow hooded sweatshirt to chat with these younglings about their 'kicks'. Throughout the dream, Paul was always around. On the RER Train which transported me back to Paris, there was Paul. Back to a house party on Long Island, there was Paul. At and underground church with a dress code for Vicar's robes, there was Paul?
At one of the parties, where he was telling me about his divorce to Olivia Wilde (?) 'Paul' and I were really connecting as I was becoming a comfort to him during his rough time. Throughout these dream sequences, he kept leaving me homemade videos of our adventures with homemade cards that he sketched. Paul is so thoughtful. I looked terrible in these videos as Paul had added music and slowed them down by 200% so you could see the drinks splashing out of all of our hands as we danced and the evolution of weird drunken faces in slow motion. I looked awful. It was obvious Paul was into me. 
Now that I am fully awake as the my Nescafe is running through my bloodstream, Paul is becoming a distant memory.
I know that I had said in the past that dreams aren't reality but can this one be true...please? Can my dream mean that in reality Paul Rudd wants to make party montage videos and draw cute cards for me?
This will teach me to never fall asleep during the 'The 40 Year Old Virgin' again.
I love you, Paul.