Because I am poor right now and I don't have much to eat, much less suculent, more desirable sweets that usually associate with rewarded efforts.

Had a dream that I attended this nameless university and we had this big arena thing. SM fam was there,but they were letting the groups out one by one to hype the masses. Shinee was first (naturally O.o) and these fools were running up and down the bleacher stairs yelling things in PERFECT, ACCENT free English and giving out autographs spontaneously. I'm talking about screaming and darkness sans the spotlights that followed all five of them and more screaming. I was there with buds yelling for Onew and waving around an oversized black shirt. Eventually he made it over to my section and began signing and interacting like the wind. But when he got to me, he made this face-a cross between a smirk and a disgusted look-but grabbed my shirt. I dont know where the paint and came from, but then he was decorating my shirt, first zig zagging white paint horizontally on my shirt (like how you do on a pillsbury strudle), writing words in green over it (Something strange like "You wanted me? Well, here I am.") and adding little stars and shapes around it. Like he was ing Picasso. A crowd drew around him as he worked, and because I didn't want to be crushed (and becuase I was becoming so uncomfortable being next to him after that look) I withdrew myself from the scene to watch from afar. 

BUT THEN something else weird. He finished my shirt, and my friends encircled him and apparently began telling him things about me and how I love him and all that. There was an exchange of paper, hissed words (from my end) and Onew was scribbling in reply to what my friends had written him. (will come back to this)

Onew was off to the next section then, after a couple of es came up and distracted him from signing my shirt. So I had to wait until the "show" was over before I could leave to find Shinee before they left. I approached the es and those s claimed they hadn't seen them leave. So I socked one of them in frustration and lopped off, spending God knows how long approaching every person and asking if they saw a limo pulling off with some hot Koreans. Eventually I made it to this pimped out, burgundy cadillac....that Romeo was in  O.o (An American rapper) So after getting over my shock, I asked if he'd seen Shinee leaving so Onew could sign my shirt, and he said yeah and I jumped in the back of the car and we sped off. Didn't reach them, but Romeo went into this elaborent  tangent about how he was going to make a mixtape and release it in South Korea so he can get a collabo with Shinee and THEN he could get Onew to sign my shirt. Yeahhh.

Came back to teh uni all depressed. Until I caught up with my friends and they showed me the papers Onew wrote on, inPretty humiliating stuff, like how I was self concious and didn't think he would ever like me because I'm chunky. Blah blah blah. But on the papers, Onew numbered his variously written responses to my info. And the one I remember was the one about me being ugly . And he put something....whimsical like (ugh, its so fuzzy now) "You think you're not beautiful? Thats crap. You are beautiful. Pretty, pretty girl. So shut up. I know you love me and guess what? I love you! Can't you tell?" Stuff on the lines of that that were interceeded with random hearts and shapes and smily faces that had thick eyebrows...just WUT? But it was so touching and cute I couldn't deal.

Yeah.

What the hell?

And that I was about 5'0 in the dream when really I'm 5'5-height difference has NEVER happened to me in a dream before, And it explained why he felt like a ing GIANT when I was next to him as he decorated my shirt. AND it was one of those vivid dreams, once where I SMELLED his sweat and body wash, saw his moles and hair plastered wetly to his neck and brushed sleeve/arms with him.

I'm going ing crazy. This all means some .

T_T