Whoa, Sara, judging from that dream you had, I'd say that your fascination with R.H. has progressed well beyond the puppy-love stage.
And I admit that when I first read your dream description I blushed a bit and promptly averted my eyes from the screen.
Four months away from 21 and I still blush over the thought of attractive guys not wearing shirts.
Maybe it was the mental image of Richard reclining in a hot tub. Guilty conscience and all that (tee, hee).
And I'd have to say that, judging from what I've read so far, in those dreams you're supposed to be his girlfriend. I swear, in the one about Fraggle Rock he was all but openly flirting with you.
Once again, keep us posted!