I fell in love with a guy from my dreams last night...

I was standing there in the middle of the living room, it was Christmas or a family gathering or something. It was a home I've never been in before. I was playing with something in my hand and talking to my cousin Omar and he was introducing me to his new girlfriend, she was blonde and super pretty, and to her brother or I have no idea where he even came from, but he was there, and I wasn't really impressed. Then all of a sudden the song Hurt came on TV and I started laughing, not only because the guy who introduced the song had a fake Irish accent but because the song was a cover from some stupid band. The guy, I never got his name, started laughing too and making fun of the guy with the fake accent, I laughed and realized that he himself was actually Irish. I got nervous. I asked him if he liked Johnny Cash. He said yes and said he was funny and I laughed not really understanding what he meant. I was still playing with something in my hand and he was staring at me for a while, then he leaned in and kissed me. I was so surprised because my whole family was there and I told him this is awkward and he said that it's OK. I sort of looked around the room and saw my family staring. We kissed more and it was getting sort of heavy so I stopped him. He said OK but then had to go, I was pretty smitten. I then went out with Cris and Omar to smoke, and I asked about him and Cris said he reminded him of some guy from Mumford and Son's and Omar said he reminded him of Jason Stathom and I thought of Gerard Butler. Either way, I didn't care, he was the man of my dreams. Literally.