A sexy dance for CC

What my mind can produce while I'm asleep will never stop to amaze me. Or, in this case, question my own sanity. 

It started at some bus station. I am sitting on a bench, waiting for my bus and reading The Long Dark Tea Time Of The Soul by Douglas Adams. I occasionally look around the room to see if I notice any people I know. And what a lovely surprise, there he is, Clint Catalyst himself.

Dear kids, maybe now is the right moment to explain to you who Clint Catalyst actually is. This guy was (and still is) my religion. I am quite afraid that I might mess up his description, so I just steal a bit from his Wikipedia page: 

Clint Catalyst
(source: lucywho.com)

Clint Catalyst is an openly gay American author, actor, screenwriter, television producer, spoken word performer, stylist, and self-described "accidental model"

I discovered him in 2007 and "Meet Clint Catalyst" is on my bucket list ever since. I remember writng a comment on his Myspace profile. It was just a simple sentence "hi Clint, I totally adore you", but I didn't know much English back then so it took me about an hour to put it together with a help of a dictionary and then making sure that it's correct. How surprised I was when he replied to me the next day! I didn't understand a word without an online translator (and even that didn't make much sense), but hey, he wrote me back!

His book called Cottonmouth Kisses is travelling everywhere with me and currently I am translating it into Czech so more people can enjoy the genious that Clint is. Ah. Alright, back to the dream.

I quickly realise that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I get up and walk to him. We start talking and we get along just great. And guess what, we are both waiting for the same bus! 

Then we magically transport to the bus seats and we start talking again. He says that he's on his way to the airport because he is flying somewhere tonight. He takes out his boarding pass and I see he's flying with Ryanair. Poor Clint. I try to explain that it's probably the worst choice ever, he replies that it was the cheapest flight and he just had to buy it. I agree, not mentioning that I did the same thing a week ago when I was flying to London. All of the sudden the driver decided to put a radio on and a Crossover song is playing. That's when I noticed the dancing pole in the bus aisle. I don't have any better idea than jumping up and starting some hardcore pole dancing right in front of him. When the song is over and I finish my wannabe sexy dance, Clint is laughing.

Then, thanks to all the power of the Universe, I woke up. I will never find out if he was laughing because it was so awesome or because it was so terrible and he was helpless and had no other choice than just laugh and pray it's over soon.

Inspired by the quote from Reservoir Dogs "You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize". So Clint, if you're reading this: If we by any chance had a synchronised dream and you witnessed that horrible, horrible thing called me pole dancing, please accept my apologies, it won't happen again.