I dreamt about him this morning, that I was at this place with these holograms of famous people, and Julian was walking downstairs and I asked him “Excuse me sir, are you Julian Sands?” and he said yes, and he hung out with me.
I remember he was actually behind me and I think he even kissed me on the back of the neck, and he lifted me up by the arms and I kicked up (but not like I was refusing to be held by him).
And I remember in this dream I wanted holograms of professional wrestlers, present and past, to be in this place, and I imagined flogs of women and teenage girls would be swarming over to Dean Ambrose and Jeff Hardy.