She throws a knife at me and misses

soooo.. i had a dream about this lovely girl to the right... and.. well, she was throwing a knife at me, luckily i was crawling on the floor and the knife hits the table (i think we were in a kitchen). it was some odd dream where i think we were filming something? or i was just living a "real life" horror movie. but then when i went to hide in a far away room (it was set in a house btw.. or at least the rooms eventually connected to a house, with normal rooms and such) and she comes to find me there. she stares at me says something like, "oh im gonna get you so bad" and quickly leaves the room and shuts the door. im sitting under a table, scared shitless, but also somewhat turned on? next thing i know a guy named Brian whom i have never ever seen before alks into the room with a camera and looks like he's about to film something. olivia comes walking in after him and then all of a sudden there's a bed, and she sits on it.

im sitting there being paranoid, acting like im scared and about to cry because somehow im still under the impression that she's this murderer that wants to kill me--and i guess this guy Brian is here to film my bloody death scene? again, i think there's no better way to die then to have a sex vixen like olivia wilde to kill me--hence being somewhat turned on. anyways, she begins mumbling some lines that i don't remember, and im just there on the carpeted floor, nervously rocking with my knees up to my chest you know? all of a sudden i get tired of her talking for some reason and i say a really random thing: "YOU KNOW WHAT, IM TIRED OF YOUR STUPID COMMERCIAL!" and then i push her, but then she pushes me back, and then i fall back into an old television set (which is on), and my head busts through. and then im standing there WATCHING myself, and i'm like YEAH IM GONNA DIE! ...........yeah, exactly. wtf? lol.

i end up walking out of the room as the sparks of the television flies and my body fries basically. i see everyone just laughing and i'm like, they're gonna find out im dead soon. so either we were filming a horrible horror movie, or it was "real" and olivia wilde kills me and i get out of my body as it fries. what kind of demented shit is that? lol i mean if im gonna dream about olivia wilde i would at least throw in some sex scene AND THEN get bloody murdered by her. then again im not complaining that she does the duty.

i need a massage.