Not Benedict Cumberbatch Again!

Date: 3/3/2021

So I was in the MCU. For some reason, I was in New York with my old best friend, Isabella. We probably had like a hotel or something together. Either way, all I remember is then getting sent to Dr. Strange’s building for some reason. I get there and the man greets me, and before I know it, we’re in his car. It’s like I know him or something. Regardless, it’s night by the time we reach this old bar. There’s a field behind it with what looks like the set of some outdoor party. It’s still being setup though. Blue tarps have been laid down, and Blue & white tents are being put up over them. The whole thing it basically one giant circle of inner connecting tents. It’s cool. Anyways, so the Dr. & I then get out the now parked car, and head over to the tents. We talk as we walk through them, and oh my lord, this man. He had me crushing over him in what felt like less than 30 minutes in the dream. Just after one fucking conversation, and well, I don’t exactly remember why. All I remember is that he was kinda sweet. There was this one moment where we were by the entrance tent, and they were putting down the red carpet entrance. It was black though, and Steven had something to say about it. Then, suddenly, we were called outside by this man. He separated the Dr. & I, and pointed out to this big group of people he was with, including Isabella, that it was the Dr.’s birthday. Suddenly, all the people then got into a military formation, and I was sucked into it. I now stood next to my best friend. Before I knew it, we were all then singing the Dr. happy birthday. He deserved it. However, this made Strange feel kinda embarrassed. After the song was over, Strange then got pulled into another direction as I then got pulled into the bar by Isabella. So, as we now approached these seats, I noticed that the walls were covered in pictures of old white male history figures that people hate. So much so that they had graffiti on them. Regardless, Isabella & I found a booth seat and got to talking. I immediately told her how I’d never had feelings for Strange before, but now suddenly did. Like why do we have chemistry? He’s so much older than me wth. The man from earlier then approaches us and points out the pictures of white men. He says that he’s all for the graffiti, and well, we are too. So, we say so, but I then wake up. (It should be noted that the party wasn’t for the Dr.’s birthday. It was for something else, and it just happened to also be his birthday)