He can be attractive at certain angles but that pose is doing him no favors, nor that top. Makes me think "uh oh, he's going to get grass stains on his danskins..." But that is an hilariously awesome dream.

I didn't want to linger too long in google image search, so I went for his GQ photoshoot. The interview made me like him (but not in any crazed fashion) just because he was so horrifically honest over his discomfort with pretty much everything, including Twilight fans.

It was certainly one of the strangest dreams I had in a long while, but it's better than my stream of Robert Downey, Jr. dreams wherein he gets real close to me, says filthy things to me and then doesn't touch me. Getting cockblocked by your own subconscious is an awful thing.

I think your brain is kind of awesome.

I'd like to think so, as it gives me wonderfully creative ideas.

I think I get my best ideas through dreams, though I'm not going to create any portraits of Mr. Pattinson in water wings any time soon.