About a month ago, I had a dream that I was getting ready to fall asleep in my Costa Rica bedroom, like face-down. I remember that my elbows were at my sides and I made fists by my face. Picture that position, because it's very important to the story. Anyway, Ben Affleck came up, got into the same exact position, and cozied up right next to me, snuggled in, resting his head by my left armpit.
I was worried that my breath stunk, because come on, it's Ben Affleck, so I turned my face away from him, but still allowed the snuggling. But I forgot about my armpit. Because then he went, "ahhhwwwhhhh" in horror and disgust at the smell, pulling his head away.
|Sorry, Ben Affleck.