If this is crazy, lock me up for life.

The Dream Man.

I was walking, or rather, skating down the street, when this guy in a Jeep Cheroke pulls out of a drive way. He's got really long, pink hair. Like Maynard, only pink. The Jeep is this matted green color, like pea green or lighter, and it's a good paint job, but the paint was obviously like house paint or something.
I figured the guy was a drag queen or something, looking at his hair, he might have even had make up on. He started driving alongside me. We cat called to eachother, then joked around. He seemed kinda cool in a 'i'm the king in a queen show.'
I was starting to get near my street, and as much fun as this guy was, I didn't want him to know where I lived, so I started skating really fast and weaved between houses, and ducked into my house. I went into the kitchen and started talking to my mom and brother. 15-30 minutes later this is a knock at the back door. I hear a voice call out and it's the guy. I grab a wash cloth and cover my face, so he won't be able to see me. Doesn't do me any good, he has somehow gotten friendly enough with my mom and brother that they let him in. He walks over to me, and removed the cloth. I immediately pull it back on my face, pretending I'm hurt or sick or anything. But before I do, I catch a glimpse at him.
His hair was all cut off, and this nice medium to dark brown color with natural highlights. It was kinda messy styled. He's wearing normal clothes, and GORGEOUS. Not, I'm a famous celebrity gorgeous, but oh my, what is HE doing in my house good-looking. I'm probably blushing under the washcloth by now.

I try walking away from him, but he follows me, and probably isn't buying my I'm sick and hurt act. We end up sitting on the steps to the well of my house. He's got an icecube that he's trying to wrap up to use on my face. I've put marks all over it, and I'm red and flustered from the washcloth. He pulls it down and uses the icecube. No surprise I'm fine in seconds. I ask him about his hair, and he CASUALLY replies that he was going to change it anyway or was looking for a reason to change it. I smile at him, and we both know, I'm totally gone for him.

The next time I see him, a little bit of time has past, but we've spent it together. We're going to a dance. (how highschool, right?). Only it's at a Walmart. I show up first, dressed in a skirt/vest dress thingy of dark red and black shimmery swirls that almost look like army fatigues, and a white blouse under, with a black beret in my dark red hair. My guy shows up, head to toe army fatigues of green, with a sublte 80's perm and a cheesy little mustache. I love it all. Some jock assholes outside give him crap about it, but we go inside, and talk about getting disguises. I go to the makeup/hair color section and pick out a box of yellow blonde, and we start talking about coloring my hair right there. We pretty much have free reign of the store.

Next I see him, I'm at his house. He's got two or three sisters. Two definitely twins if three. They all have this dark, probably black hair, and the long haired two give me vague replies to me questions of his locations, and the short cropped hair girl just walks in the house and disappears.
I find him, in this common room, and his dad appears in a wife beater and boxers. He's got a handle of vodka and a baseball bat, and gives it to his son, telling him to punish him. My guy drops the bat and vodka, tells his dad he's not going to beat him with the bat, and we take off.

This part is a little foggy, but I recall something about us sitting outside, and he's a little bummed, so I try and cheer him up but cuddling with him or something.

All I know if, we had so much fun together. He wasn't an actor, but loved to dress up. So we got to do cool things like that together. And he was really down to earth, humble but strong.

And when I went to Target today, and saw the hunters jacket, green fatigue like, my heart fluttered and I thought about my guy. Who I can't name, but makes me really happy and full of this warm squishy feeling.
I actually feel like, so long as I could dream about his at night, I wouldn't need anything/anyone (romatically) in my life. Like I said, if this is crazy, lock me up, because it's still making me so happy, so hopeful. I feel like I could really meet him in real life.