Renly Baratheon. Long dark hair, sleek lines. Of course Renly was a dream. Just like Jaime Lannister. He must have seen the name around, that was all. That didn't stop him from thinking about it almost all the time when he wasn't training or getting ready for a competition. Even then, it took all his will to focus on what he was doing, and it also didn't explain how he suddenly knew how to handle a sword. Loras had been training with weapons, but not for very long, and he was certainly better with a bo staff, but he was sure he could beat just about anyone with a sword now.
It all reminded him of how Obi-Wan had picked up a broom and used it as a weapon, having learned seemingly overnight, in a dream, as if the lessons had been there all along. When the door bell rang, Loras looked up from his computer where he was scrolling through the network, trying to see what everyone else was dreaming about. He made no comments aside from the one to Obi and even Obi didn't need to know about Renly Baratheon.
After shutting the laptop, Loras stood and went to the door. He pulled it open and stopped. "What happened to you?" he asked. There was that handsome face, but no beard. Loras had really liked that beard, too, and how did Obi-Wan get so stout anyway? To point that out might have been an error, though, so Loras kept his mouth shut on Obi's physique and opened the door wider for the man to come in. And yes, he was wearing a shirt, as well as shorts.