… or a nightmare.
For the first time ever, Tom Cruise invaded my dreams last night.
I dreamt that he was actually a professional baseball player and was up at bat in a full stadium. He appeared to be wearing a Cincinnati Reds uniform. He had this look of wildly fierce determination on his face, couch-jumping-worthy determination, as he awaited his pitch. As the pitch came closer to him (I guess my dream hit slo-mo at this point), he got paler and paler until he was ashen white and then he swung and missed. I think I laughed at him in my sleep. I hope I did.
After throwing the bat down, he suddenly appeared to be wearing all black, his hair had grown to shoulder length and was parted in the middle. He had a long black leather cape on and began prancing around the field like a weirdly demonic ballerina.
I woke up at this point and I have no idea why I dreamt that. The only thing I can figure out is this: Tom Cruise is up to something, ya’ll.