Gael dreams

This is Gael Garcia Bernal. "Ga-yell," rhymes with Rafael. He was in the Che Guevara movie, Motorcyle Diaries, and Y Tu Mama Tambien.

When I am happy, I feel like Gael's character in Y Tu Mama -- dark, ripped, blinding smile, eagerly hanging out with a close friend who knows way more than me and is leading me into cool adventures.

Yesterday I was playing Snapshot -- Who or what are you right now, if you had to sum it up metaphorically? "I'm that dark guy in Y Tu Mama," I thought, "Right when they're about to have sex with the girl and he just falls back on the bed, completely relaxed. The other two are standing there kissing, but he's the sexiest one in the room."

When I feel like this, I can't stop smiling.

Last night I dreamed that I was at some kind of theater training with Gael. We spent all night wandering around together and talking. He had no shirt on. Once I put my hand on his back and stomach, feeling him. We went to see Caitlin's costumes for her new play. I woke up happy.

Although, now I'm thinking -- "It was a DREAM! We could have done ANYTHING!" But no, when I get Gael all to myself for a whole day, I walk around holding hands, talking about theatre.

I take this all as a sign of impending joy, sensuality, adventure.