Re: Dreaming of the Eagles
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Originally Posted by
sodascouts
I had an Eagles dream a little while ago but I haven't put it on here because it's more incoherent than usual and as such may not be very interesting to read. Still, here goes!
The entire Border community is in deep water, thrashing around. There are hundreds of us and I can't make out faces - everything's blurry - but I know everyone's there.
Suddenly Glennsallnighter disappears under the water, then pops back up again. "Don's down there!" she says.
"Oh no!" I cry and swim down myself, but Don is OK. He's in an astronaut suit with oxygen, standing at the bottom. He's just standing motionless at the bottom of the pool and staring straight ahead. I swim up to him but he doesn't see me; his eyes are blank, like he's in a trance. It's really freaky.
Then, suddenly, his face changes and it's not Don anymore. It's someone I don't recognize. I swim back up. "It's not Don... I don't think... " I announce, but I can't explain what I've seen and I'm frightened to go look again.
GA insists it's Don and swims back down, then back up again. "It IS Don, Nancy!" she says, visibly upset.
I gather my courage and swim back down again, and sure enough, it's Don, and now he can see me. His eyes follow me but he still doesn't move. I think something must be very wrong. I swim back up again. "I'll get help!" I cry.
Suddenly I'm on the shore with Captain Jean Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise. He states confidently, "Don't worry, Nancy. I'll take care of everything." He turns to the water and steps in. When he does, it's changed from a ferocious, thrashing sea to a wave pool at an amusement park. He jumps in with a boogie board to bring everyone in and I know everything will be alright.
Meanwhile, I look over my shoulder and there's Don, standing around in swim trunks looking bored and behaving completely normally. There's no astronaut suit in sight. Things have gone from terrifying to completely trivial in a second. Somehow Captain Picard made this happen, I think. I feel so relieved!
But when I go over to Don and try to talk to him about it, he looks at me like I'm crazy. "What are you talking about?"
I realize he doesn't remember any of it. I look over at the wave pool and there's Capt. Picard rescuing people, so I know it all really happened. Why doesn't Don remember it? Did somebody do something to him to make him forget? Or maybe that wasn't Don down there after all.... but then who was it?
I start trying to figure out ways to test if something has happened to Don's memory, maybe ask him some questions that he should know the answer to or ask him to account for the last 24 hours and then check his story, but that's when I woke up. Mystery unsolved!
OMG Soda! I cannot believe I missed that dream, after starring in it as well! I think it was just around the time we were heading away on holidays! I love your dreams, and you can recount them so clearly. I sometimes DO dream about the Eagles or Glenn :heart:, but often they tend to be scrappy and wouldn't make a lot of sense to post!
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Yep, that was a couple weeks after we'd met up.
I haven't had an Eagles dream for over a month. Seems I'm about due for one! lol
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I had an Eagles dream last night. It was all over the place and very bitty, but I'll do my best! (I should mention that I've been having loads of odd dreams lately. Don was actually featured in one at the start of the week. He was a dentist and he was giving free check-ups at a village fete. I was too nervous to go over because I had a huge crush on him, but I actually ended up tripping towards the end of the day, falling into a brick wall and losing my front tooth. As if that wasn't traumatic enough, my friend dragged me over to him, apparently excited because now I had a legitimate reason to see him, but he was packing up his stuff. He barely looked at me and said "Sorry, girls. Check-ups have finished. Gotta go." And so I was left, bloody-mouthed, tooth in hand, with not an ounce of sympathy from my dream man! Sad face. He looked good in the white coat, though...)
Last night's dream started with me surfing FB. I saw on Willie's wall that she had a litter-picking group with two friends; two teenage guys, one of whom was called Ricky. He was really geeky but was actually quite nice-looking without his thick glasses on! I decided to join Willie and team that Saturday on their litter pick. When I say it was a small town, I mean it was basically just one curved street with a few houses. It did have a railway line though, that the three of them were campaigning to get fixed. Somehow from there I ended up in a car with the guys from The Hangover. It was as if we had just come from a wild weekend because the guys were a complete mess! We dropped each one off at various destinations until it was just me and Alan. We cruised into Los Angeles at sunset and pulled up in an outside parking lot. I said "OMG - it's Hotel California!" Alan looked over and we saw the exact HC cover pic in real life - even the sky looked the same. He made me take a pic of him standing in front of the scene. We decided to go for a drink and ended up in a really nice cocktail bar. Joe Walsh was there with some male friends. He looked so good in a casual black suit (no tie) and he was just having a laugh with his buddies. I sat next to this attractive middle-aged woman who apparently had been on reality TV and was a well-known socialite/maneater. She seemed nice enough but then she tugged and pulled at the back of her seat until the support bit came right off! I made a joke of it and said "You just wanted a basic stool, huh?" She looked at mean and started to cry. I asked what was wrong and she said "I really want a chair, that's all!" I was totally confused and pretty much had her down as either a drama queen or a total fruit loop (or both) by this point, but I said "Oh, here - have my chair. I prefer stools anyway." She seemed happy with this and we swapped seats. Somehow I got talking to Joe later (in my effort to move away from the crazy lady) and he laughed and whispered in my ear: "That's Tara. She's VERY high maintenance." The next thing I know, we're in my grandparents' hallway, just me and Joe. He is talking to someone who is in the bathroom. I can hear words and splashing in the bath and I suddenly realise it is Don Henley! I am too stunned to ask what Don Henley is doing in my grandparents' bathroom so I just gawp and listen to Joe and Don discuss tonight's show through the door. Suddenly the door opens and Long Run-era Don is soaking wet, with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He grins and raises his eyebrows at me and darts into the bedroom (MY bedroom!) to get ready for the gig. I peer around the bathroom door and say dumbly "I can't believe Don Henley was in my bath." Joe grins and puts his arm around me and says "He's even cleaned it for ya, too. That's Henley. I wouldn't have bothered." He gives me a cheeky grin and a wink and I can't help but smile. He smells really good, btw... Later, I am at the show back in LA. It's all dark and then HC starts up with the familiar backdrop but the guys all look a bit different. Caught somewhere between the '70s and '80s. Glenn, for example, is in head to toe denim. He has his '70s moustache and he looks young, but his hair is short. Don is wearing a cream shirt and tight gold trousers. He is WAY more energetic and bouncy than I have ever seen him and he is a total ham! He does this great drum solo and then almost leapfrogs over the kit to come to the front of the stage. It all goes dark and the guys turn around so we can't see them and several puppets dressed as farmers take their place. They sing the Genesis song 'I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe)' and Don does the talky bits where he says "It's one o'clock and time for lunch, dum de dum de dum..." and then "When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk. Me, I'm just a lawnmower, you can tell me by the way I walk." I was totally blown away by how spot-on his British/farmer accent was and wondered how much time he'd spent practising it!
That's about it. LOL. Told you it was weird. ;)
Re: Dreaming of the Eagles
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Originally Posted by
Troubadour
Suddenly the door opens and Long Run-era Don is soaking wet, with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He grins and raises his eyebrows at me and darts into the bedroom (MY bedroom!) to get ready for the gig. I peer around the bathroom door and say dumbly "I can't believe Don Henley was in my bath." Joe grins and puts his arm around me and says "He's even cleaned it for ya, too. That's Henley. I wouldn't have bothered."
Oooh, nice! :fainted:
I was rolling on the floor when I got to the "he's even cleaned it for ya" part, though!:hilarious:
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:applause: All over the place...but VERY entertaining!
Re: Dreaming of the Eagles
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EaglesKiwi
Oooh, nice! :fainted:
I was rolling on the floor when I got to the "he's even cleaned it for ya" part, though!:hilarious:
Me, too! Entertaining dream, Troub!
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OMG Troub, that dream was hysterical!:hilarious:
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I had 2 Eagles dreams a few weeks ago, but have not had time to post them....I need to do that before I forget
Re: Dreaming of the Eagles
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Originally Posted by
Troubadour
I had an Eagles dream last night. It was all over the place and very bitty, but I'll do my best! (I should mention that I've been having loads of odd dreams lately. Don was actually featured in one at the start of the week. He was a dentist and he was giving free check-ups at a village fete. I was too nervous to go over because I had a huge crush on him, but I actually ended up tripping towards the end of the day, falling into a brick wall and losing my front tooth. As if that wasn't traumatic enough, my friend dragged me over to him, apparently excited because now I had a legitimate reason to see him, but he was packing up his stuff. He barely looked at me and said "Sorry, girls. Check-ups have finished. Gotta go." And so I was left, bloody-mouthed, tooth in hand, with not an ounce of sympathy from my dream man! Sad face. He looked good in the white coat, though...)
Last night's dream started with me surfing FB. I saw on Willie's wall that she had a litter-picking group with two friends; two teenage guys, one of whom was called Ricky. He was really geeky but was actually quite nice-looking without his thick glasses on! I decided to join Willie and team that Saturday on their litter pick. When I say it was a small town, I mean it was basically just one curved street with a few houses. It did have a railway line though, that the three of them were campaigning to get fixed. Somehow from there I ended up in a car with the guys from The Hangover. It was as if we had just come from a wild weekend because the guys were a complete mess! We dropped each one off at various destinations until it was just me and Alan. We cruised into Los Angeles at sunset and pulled up in an outside parking lot. I said "OMG - it's Hotel California!" Alan looked over and we saw the exact HC cover pic in real life - even the sky looked the same. He made me take a pic of him standing in front of the scene. We decided to go for a drink and ended up in a really nice cocktail bar. Joe Walsh was there with some male friends. He looked so good in a casual black suit (no tie) and he was just having a laugh with his buddies. I sat next to this attractive middle-aged woman who apparently had been on reality TV and was a well-known socialite/maneater. She seemed nice enough but then she tugged and pulled at the back of her seat until the support bit came right off! I made a joke of it and said "You just wanted a basic stool, huh?" She looked at mean and started to cry. I asked what was wrong and she said "I really want a chair, that's all!" I was totally confused and pretty much had her down as either a drama queen or a total fruit loop (or both) by this point, but I said "Oh, here - have my chair. I prefer stools anyway." She seemed happy with this and we swapped seats. Somehow I got talking to Joe later (in my effort to move away from the crazy lady) and he laughed and whispered in my ear: "That's Tara. She's VERY high maintenance." The next thing I know, we're in my grandparents' hallway, just me and Joe. He is talking to someone who is in the bathroom. I can hear words and splashing in the bath and I suddenly realise it is Don Henley! I am too stunned to ask what Don Henley is doing in my grandparents' bathroom so I just gawp and listen to Joe and Don discuss tonight's show through the door. Suddenly the door opens and Long Run-era Don is soaking wet, with a white towel wrapped around his waist. He grins and raises his eyebrows at me and darts into the bedroom (MY bedroom!) to get ready for the gig. I peer around the bathroom door and say dumbly "I can't believe Don Henley was in my bath." Joe grins and puts his arm around me and says "He's even cleaned it for ya, too. That's Henley. I wouldn't have bothered." He gives me a cheeky grin and a wink and I can't help but smile. He smells really good, btw... Later, I am at the show back in LA. It's all dark and then HC starts up with the familiar backdrop but the guys all look a bit different. Caught somewhere between the '70s and '80s. Glenn, for example, is in head to toe denim. He has his '70s moustache and he looks young, but his hair is short. Don is wearing a cream shirt and tight gold trousers. He is WAY more energetic and bouncy than I have ever seen him and he is a total ham! He does this great drum solo and then almost leapfrogs over the kit to come to the front of the stage. It all goes dark and the guys turn around so we can't see them and several puppets dressed as farmers take their place. They sing the Genesis song 'I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe)' and Don does the talky bits where he says "It's one o'clock and time for lunch, dum de dum de dum..." and then "When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk. Me, I'm just a lawnmower, you can tell me by the way I walk." I was totally blown away by how spot-on his British/farmer accent was and wondered how much time he'd spent practising it!
That's about it. LOL. Told you it was weird. ;)
OMG Troub...can't stop laughing...my favorite part is "energetic" Don in his tight gold trousers!!:hilarious: laughing so hard I can't hardly type!
