I had a dream the other night in which Matthew Gray-Gubler was wearing a black bowler hat, a black coat with a scarf wrapped around his neck. In my dream his name was Chris for some reason, and he was carrying a green apple that he kept placing on top of his hat.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm being my own interpretation of the painting by Magritte." He said.
We had a great time together. He made me laugh and we thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. I was so very happy.
At the end of the dream, he left me for a flat-chested brunette who could hula.