Posts about dreams are totally not boring and everyone wants to read these

I had a dream I met the person who was surely my 1 tru luv while I was distributing zines to my neighbors. He was a reclusive sort who lived in a building in the corner of my block (I had entered that building to leave some zines for my friend Fletcher, who lived there in my dream, and it is weird that he would even make an appearance in my dream because, like, he's my friend but I'm much closer with his wife, dreams are crazy, man). He had beautiful long dark hair and smoked cigarettes and had a cane and a bad leg but he was a ballet choreographer (?) how tragically romantic, I don't think that's even a real thing, and he saw me and came limping after me. He said he'd been trying to find me for so long- he was moved to compose a ballet inspired by me, and would I dance it? None of this sounds at all appealing now that I am awake, but he was very cute. I think he also read my ONE SERIOUS ZINE and was inspired to compose this ballet thing by that?
I was like, my email is in the back of that zine, if you've been trying to find me all this time why didn't you just email me.
But no words! Just dancing! We were in a smoky apartment and I said I don't know how to dance, mysterious neighbor, and he was going to teach me, gimpy leg and all.

And then he said "I am sixteen years old."
And I said "Wat."

Then I realized I was his babysitter.
Then I left.