my dream: hank basket and sacha baron cohen

So last night I had a dream where I guess I was dating Sacha Baron Cohen. He kept giving me Borat and Bruno dvds and I was like "get over yourself!" But then my superficial side-- that values physicality more than a nice sense of humor and a dash of facial hair-- turned the man into Hank Basket (Kendra's husband). It's probably better you don't know who that is. We were SO in love. Really hot and heavy. I was confused why he was going for me since I don't have fake boobs but he said he was moving on from that. We have a real connection. I think we had some philosophical discussions. Nietzche totally came up. At the very end they both disappeared and I gleefully made a roast beef sandwich. I don't think I've eaten roast beef in 10 years. I went through a phase where I really enjoyed it. Maybe I'm asking for my childhood back and a ruggedly handsome yet hilarious man to sweep me off my feet.