JanetteG
08-22-2016, 11:42 AM
My conscious mind had forgotten what day it was; this was the first week of school and I was so busy that the days blurred together. I had remembered the happy times of Niagara Falls earlier in the week, but I had let the anniversary of his death pass me by! I felt so guilty yesterday that I was ashamed to post about it.
However, I had a dream last night, a HAPPY one, and it's made me feel pretty good today. It's long and I wrote about another dream not too long ago, so I understand if folks don't want to read it. Still, I'm going to type it out for my own sake so I don't forget it. I've had several dreams since Glenn's death that I didn't write down and now I can't remember them very well. Here goes...
In the first part of the dream, I'm standing outside Glenn's house in the middle of the day. I want to get in to see him because I know he's sick. Should I knock on the door? What if they don't want to let me in?
The next second, I'm somehow in the house - in the bathroom, of all places, in the midst of washing my hands! I don't know how I got there and I get VERY nervous. What should I do? What would they say if they found me in here?
As I'm standing there drying my hands off with the hand towel and trying to figure out what to do, Taylor just walks in. Act naturally, I think. Maybe she'll remember me and assume someone else let me in.
"Hey," I say and smile, letting go of the towel and casually walking past her.
"Hi," she replies. She's not at all bothered and simply closes the door behind me once I'm out in the hall.
Whew, I think as I stand in the hallway, but I doubt this strategy will work on everyone. Deacon met me for like one minute years ago, and Cindy met me for about five minutes, and I looked a lot different then. They'll figure out nobody invited me in and kick me out! How mortifying would that be?!
I look around. I don't know the way out. I'm still not sure what to do. I hear noise coming from a room down the hall. It sounds like a TV. Somehow I know Glenn is in that room. I start tip-toeing down the hallway towards the room. I want so badly to see Glenn.
As I get to end of the hallway, I stop right before the entrance to the room. What if Glenn is displeased to see me and tells me to leave? That would be unbearable! I can't risk it. I'll stay out of sight.
I stand to the side of the doorway and peek around. After I get a peek at Glenn, I'll get back to figuring out how to get out without being seen.
There he is, sitting on a couch with the rest of his family, watching TV. He looks fine. Wow. I can't believe he looks so good, I think. He looks like there's nothing wrong. I wish I would have checked on him earlier. I'm hugely relieved.
I notice that the living room looks very old-fashioned - 70s style, down to the wood paneling, the lamps that never seemed to produce much light, and the brown and white striped couch. The TV is that big boxed kind with a wood finish that looks like a piece of furniture. It reminds me of my living room as a small child around '79 or '80, except our couch was dark brown with no stripes. Some of my earliest memories are of playing on the furniture in there when my parents weren't around (no climbing all over the nice couch! The couch is for sitting!)
This doesn't seem odd to me in the dream, despite the fact that the rest of the house is modern. It's just an interesting coincidence. All the while I'm thinking, He looks fine.
Suddenly, I'm outside again, but I'm still filled with that enormous sense of relief. Glenn didn't seem to be in any pain. He was just having a nice time watching TV with his family. Maybe he won't tour anymore or make any more new music, but I can accept that if Glenn is OK.
Then my dream gets even better! The second part...
In a wink, I've gone from standing outside in daylight to walking along a sidewalk at night. I turn and Glenn is right there beside me, walking along next to me. "I wish you had been here yesterday," he says casually as we walk. "We watched a movie called 'The Seed.' It was good."
I'm thinking excitedly, OOH, Glenn wishes I had seen a movie with him and his family! This is so cool! But all I say is, "'The Seed' - I think I've heard of that - is it a horror movie?"
"No, it's about aliens," he replies. "I think you would like it."
I nod. "Yeah,I'm not big on horror movies, but I love sci-fi." Even as I say this, I know I would gladly see any movie Glenn had invited me to, horror movie or not, and like it! Once again, I think, I wish I had known he was doing so well. I would have come much earlier.
We continue walking along. I don't know where we are or where we're going, but I don't care. He is talking about movies - maybe he's taking me to a movie theater! He's acting like this is the most natural thing in the world, for us to be strolling down the street together. I force myself to act naturally too, like it's no big deal, but inside I'm so freaking thrilled.
I want to tell him, "Thanks for hanging out with me one last time" but then I think if I say that, it'll finalize it. Maybe he wants to hang out more than one time! He looks so healthy, after all. Maybe he has lots of time left.
As we walk along, Glenn spots a club across the street that has on its marquee "JACK TEMPCHIN." He's playing that club even as we speak! Glenn is excited. "Let's go see Jack!"
We hurry across the street to the club. The guy who takes tickets stops us because we don't have any. Since we're in a hurry, I huff, "Why are you stopping us? This is Glenn Frey!"
The guy starts to apologize but Glenn just gets his wallet out and says "No, it's fine. I'll pay for the tickets."
I blush because he obviously doesn't use his celebrity to get in places. I hope Glenn doesn't think less of me due to my feeble attempt to do so on his behalf! I look at his face but he doesn't appear unhappy with me. He's buying two tickets, so I must not have blown it with my faux pas. Phew!
As Glenn pays, I see a sign on the wall that says "RIP GLEN FREY - January 18, 2016." Instead of feeling sad, I'm just annoyed that they spelled Glenn's name wrong. As we start walking in, I tell the guy, "Seriously, you need to fix that. I can't believe you spelled his name wrong on his RIP sign. There are TWO 'ns.'"
Glenn hears me scolding the guy and laughs. "I see that all the time. Even on the RIP stuff, people spell it wrong." He's chuckling as we go in to the club. He's not bothered at all!
Then I woke up... feeling good. The dream felt so real. I actually tried to go back to sleep again to get a "Part 3" but no luck.
I'm amazed that I looked right at that RIP sign in the dream, knew the date of his death was correct, and didn't even blink because after all, Glenn was right there, and he was unfazed by it. He was laughing. He was happy.
I knew I had to write this dream out before I forgot it and share it with you guys! If you read the whole thing, congrats! lol
Soda that is the most extraordinarily beautiful dream - full of hope and light. I believe that your higher, wiser self was reassuring you that the end as we know it might not be that at all. I am not religious in any conventional sense but know that there 'are many more things in heaven and earth Horatio, than are dreamed in your philosophy' as Shakespeare said.
There is no good way to add this little postscript but I have recently been diagnosed with throat cancer - a bit more vicious than Timothy B's - more like the Michael Douglas scenario. I am a non-smoker, healthy as a horse and they say it is 'treatable and curable' but with several nasty months ahead of me. Well, Churchill said, 'when you are going through hell, keep going' and in some strange way, remembering Glenn, his amazing appetite for life and love, is very sustaining. I will be by the board from time to time to say hi. I often come by but do not always sign in. However, your amazing dream enchanted me. There is no other way to express it.
Love to all you borderers. I have so enjoyed revisiting the wild era of the Eagles and my own crazy youth.
However, I had a dream last night, a HAPPY one, and it's made me feel pretty good today. It's long and I wrote about another dream not too long ago, so I understand if folks don't want to read it. Still, I'm going to type it out for my own sake so I don't forget it. I've had several dreams since Glenn's death that I didn't write down and now I can't remember them very well. Here goes...
In the first part of the dream, I'm standing outside Glenn's house in the middle of the day. I want to get in to see him because I know he's sick. Should I knock on the door? What if they don't want to let me in?
The next second, I'm somehow in the house - in the bathroom, of all places, in the midst of washing my hands! I don't know how I got there and I get VERY nervous. What should I do? What would they say if they found me in here?
As I'm standing there drying my hands off with the hand towel and trying to figure out what to do, Taylor just walks in. Act naturally, I think. Maybe she'll remember me and assume someone else let me in.
"Hey," I say and smile, letting go of the towel and casually walking past her.
"Hi," she replies. She's not at all bothered and simply closes the door behind me once I'm out in the hall.
Whew, I think as I stand in the hallway, but I doubt this strategy will work on everyone. Deacon met me for like one minute years ago, and Cindy met me for about five minutes, and I looked a lot different then. They'll figure out nobody invited me in and kick me out! How mortifying would that be?!
I look around. I don't know the way out. I'm still not sure what to do. I hear noise coming from a room down the hall. It sounds like a TV. Somehow I know Glenn is in that room. I start tip-toeing down the hallway towards the room. I want so badly to see Glenn.
As I get to end of the hallway, I stop right before the entrance to the room. What if Glenn is displeased to see me and tells me to leave? That would be unbearable! I can't risk it. I'll stay out of sight.
I stand to the side of the doorway and peek around. After I get a peek at Glenn, I'll get back to figuring out how to get out without being seen.
There he is, sitting on a couch with the rest of his family, watching TV. He looks fine. Wow. I can't believe he looks so good, I think. He looks like there's nothing wrong. I wish I would have checked on him earlier. I'm hugely relieved.
I notice that the living room looks very old-fashioned - 70s style, down to the wood paneling, the lamps that never seemed to produce much light, and the brown and white striped couch. The TV is that big boxed kind with a wood finish that looks like a piece of furniture. It reminds me of my living room as a small child around '79 or '80, except our couch was dark brown with no stripes. Some of my earliest memories are of playing on the furniture in there when my parents weren't around (no climbing all over the nice couch! The couch is for sitting!)
This doesn't seem odd to me in the dream, despite the fact that the rest of the house is modern. It's just an interesting coincidence. All the while I'm thinking, He looks fine.
Suddenly, I'm outside again, but I'm still filled with that enormous sense of relief. Glenn didn't seem to be in any pain. He was just having a nice time watching TV with his family. Maybe he won't tour anymore or make any more new music, but I can accept that if Glenn is OK.
Then my dream gets even better! The second part...
In a wink, I've gone from standing outside in daylight to walking along a sidewalk at night. I turn and Glenn is right there beside me, walking along next to me. "I wish you had been here yesterday," he says casually as we walk. "We watched a movie called 'The Seed.' It was good."
I'm thinking excitedly, OOH, Glenn wishes I had seen a movie with him and his family! This is so cool! But all I say is, "'The Seed' - I think I've heard of that - is it a horror movie?"
"No, it's about aliens," he replies. "I think you would like it."
I nod. "Yeah,I'm not big on horror movies, but I love sci-fi." Even as I say this, I know I would gladly see any movie Glenn had invited me to, horror movie or not, and like it! Once again, I think, I wish I had known he was doing so well. I would have come much earlier.
We continue walking along. I don't know where we are or where we're going, but I don't care. He is talking about movies - maybe he's taking me to a movie theater! He's acting like this is the most natural thing in the world, for us to be strolling down the street together. I force myself to act naturally too, like it's no big deal, but inside I'm so freaking thrilled.
I want to tell him, "Thanks for hanging out with me one last time" but then I think if I say that, it'll finalize it. Maybe he wants to hang out more than one time! He looks so healthy, after all. Maybe he has lots of time left.
As we walk along, Glenn spots a club across the street that has on its marquee "JACK TEMPCHIN." He's playing that club even as we speak! Glenn is excited. "Let's go see Jack!"
We hurry across the street to the club. The guy who takes tickets stops us because we don't have any. Since we're in a hurry, I huff, "Why are you stopping us? This is Glenn Frey!"
The guy starts to apologize but Glenn just gets his wallet out and says "No, it's fine. I'll pay for the tickets."
I blush because he obviously doesn't use his celebrity to get in places. I hope Glenn doesn't think less of me due to my feeble attempt to do so on his behalf! I look at his face but he doesn't appear unhappy with me. He's buying two tickets, so I must not have blown it with my faux pas. Phew!
As Glenn pays, I see a sign on the wall that says "RIP GLEN FREY - January 18, 2016." Instead of feeling sad, I'm just annoyed that they spelled Glenn's name wrong. As we start walking in, I tell the guy, "Seriously, you need to fix that. I can't believe you spelled his name wrong on his RIP sign. There are TWO 'ns.'"
Glenn hears me scolding the guy and laughs. "I see that all the time. Even on the RIP stuff, people spell it wrong." He's chuckling as we go in to the club. He's not bothered at all!
Then I woke up... feeling good. The dream felt so real. I actually tried to go back to sleep again to get a "Part 3" but no luck.
I'm amazed that I looked right at that RIP sign in the dream, knew the date of his death was correct, and didn't even blink because after all, Glenn was right there, and he was unfazed by it. He was laughing. He was happy.
I knew I had to write this dream out before I forgot it and share it with you guys! If you read the whole thing, congrats! lol
Soda that is the most extraordinarily beautiful dream - full of hope and light. I believe that your higher, wiser self was reassuring you that the end as we know it might not be that at all. I am not religious in any conventional sense but know that there 'are many more things in heaven and earth Horatio, than are dreamed in your philosophy' as Shakespeare said.
There is no good way to add this little postscript but I have recently been diagnosed with throat cancer - a bit more vicious than Timothy B's - more like the Michael Douglas scenario. I am a non-smoker, healthy as a horse and they say it is 'treatable and curable' but with several nasty months ahead of me. Well, Churchill said, 'when you are going through hell, keep going' and in some strange way, remembering Glenn, his amazing appetite for life and love, is very sustaining. I will be by the board from time to time to say hi. I often come by but do not always sign in. However, your amazing dream enchanted me. There is no other way to express it.
Love to all you borderers. I have so enjoyed revisiting the wild era of the Eagles and my own crazy youth.