Sometimes the simple dreams are the best.
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@dreamingofryangosling
Sometimes the simple dreams are the best.
I like that Dream Gosling is not about to be busted with someone underage.
Gosling giveth, and Gosling taketh away.
Quite a few people on this blog have dreamed they were Ryan Gosling. It's not that weird. Gary Oldman as one of Gosling's Superfriends is weirder…
And boy could he strum!
The post-Gosling dream comedown can be a killer.
"Forgive me Meagan, for I have sinned…"
Haha, I love bro-dreams about Gosling!
Secret sushi
Submission from elodiebee:
So I had a dream I was in Ryan Gosling's house and he had a wife and a baby. So we were all on their bed taking care of the baby or whatever and Ryan kept touching me underneath the sheets (not sexually) because he just could resist my charms. Then at some point I was left alone and Ryan entered the room and said "Where are they? When are they coming back" I said "I don't know". He said "Ok, let's go" and I followed him to this secret passage that led to a beautiful bedroom. We got into bed and he ordered sushi and we ate sushi in bed while he held me.
And then I think his wife started to look for him and I'm not sure if she found out about us or not.
Hahaha! I defo love this tweet!
Is this a new sport? Cheer-golf? In any case, Gosling is probably the best judge.
I like to think he'd be a fun drinking companion (when not pooing on the floor).
Oh boy, there’s a Public Historian Ryan Gosling meme now (click on the image to access the site). Allow me to share my thoughts and feelings with you.
So let me make it clear, I have no problem with Ryan Gosling. What’s not to like about him? He’s talented, he’s undeniably handsome, and he’s made statements about the MPAA’s sexist ratings double-standard that has warmed the cockles (ha!) of my feminist heart. That being said, I liked him, but I wasn’t crazy about him. I don’t really obsess over many things, and he wasn’t one of them.
Then the dreams started happening.
For a solid week, I dreamed about Ryan Gosling. Not only did I dream about him, but I was night-dating him. I dreamed that he was my boyfriend, that he was hopelessly in love with me, that he would succumb to my every whim and thought I was God’s gift to humankind. I dreamed that he wanted nothing more than to spend days lying next to me in bed, running his hands through my hair, and professing that there was nothing he would rather do more than be with me. And the kissing. Oh, the kissing.
Needless to say, the dreams were incredibly real, and I started to realize that when I woke up, I accepted this as a matter of fact. Ryan Gosling and I were dating, or we had dated, and he just wasn’t in the room at that moment. I actually woke up thinking that I had a deeply romantic relationship with Ryan Gosling, and how REAL it felt continues to freak me out even today.
The dreams have since stopped, but now I can’t look at any picture of him, see any movie trailer or interview with him, or read articles about him without feeling INCREDIBLY AWKWARD FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. I feel like I’m looking at an ex that has moved on without me, even though that’s absolutely not true. I actually averted my eyes not too long ago when I saw a poster of him for “Ides of March”, and one time I think I told myself that I was better off without him. Clearly I am delusional.
So the moral of the story is that the line between dream and reality needs to be more defined for my own sanity’s sake. Also, that things may be awkward between me and Ryan Gosling now, but I hope that we can one day be friends again.
I like the dreams where Gosling is just thoughtful and considerate. How nice would it be to go on your break and a nice hot dinner is ready, served by Gosling in an apron with a tea towel over one shoulder?
Hit the road, Bieber!
That was way harsh. He was just trying to pay tribute to Nanna Gos.
Grooming tips from Gosling: chocolate milk.