Dreaming of the Eagles

Yeah - it sucks when you feel like you have to even resist temptation in your dreams! :wink: :grin:

Ethics, resist temptation - nope! I vote for anything goes!! :hilarious:
Now go back & finish that dream Nancy! :wink:

Ahh, I had a great dream last night… Don was scheduled to perform a run of outdoor solo shows in the New Forest, England (very close to home, for me.) It’s a beautiful, quiet, rural area and I couldn’t believe that he would be performing there. I obviously had tickets lined up for some of the shows, but this night was the opening night, and now that it had arrived, I was feeling a bit gutted that I wasn’t going to be there. I was at my grandparents’ house with a friend and we were chatting and catching up. I can’t remember for the life of me who this friend was – but she was blonde. We were having a great time and gradually conversation turned to Don and the show he would be doing tonight only about 45 minutes away. I was making out like it was fine and I would just wait until my shows, but she kept suggesting that we should go and at least check it out. She was pulling out beautiful dresses and gave me a necklace as a present, so I was trying them on. When I put on a gorgeous, long Indian-style dress and the necklace, she said “Look, you’re all dressed up. Now we HAVE to go.” I laughed and acquiesced. By this point, it was getting late and I knew the show would be almost over and that we would have no chance of getting near the front, but I was happy to just go along anyway. My friend drove us and it was raining hard. I commented that it wasn’t a great night weather-wise for his outdoor tour to start, and she teased me that I’d love to see him in a wet shirt. We were laughing and joking and just having fun. We drove all of these narrow, winding New Forest lanes (slowly, to avoid any ponies) and arrived at the concert venue after midnight. Of course, everything was closed up and there were just a few final cars pulling out of the car park. I sighed and said “Oh well”, thinking that I would see him in just a couple of days anyway.

My friend suggested that we drive a bit more and maybe find a pub or B&B where we could get a drink, as we’d driven a good hour to get out here. I was sceptical about finding anywhere open, but was happy to continue the night. We found a small place with a truck parked outside and some lights on. We went inside and spoke to a lovely old lady who said that she was happy for us to make some tea and use the lounge facilities if we left a bit of money in the kitty on our way out. We thanked her and wandered into the living room area. At this point, FP and Soda were with us (don’t know how they appeared!) and they were chatting to my friend excitedly. I poured myself a glass of beer and wandered a little further to look up towards the kitchen and dining area. The ‘dining area’ was just an extension of the lounge with a round wooden table, and who should be sitting there but Don! I know I was shocked inwardly, but my dream self was confident and calm and I wandered over and casually asked, as I slipped in the seat next to him, if he’d mind some company. He said sure. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a light grey shirt (clearly even my subconscious has given up hope at this point!) and he was sitting there with just a lamp lighting the dining area, eating chips from newspaper. He didn't have a beard though he was starting to show a bit of stubble as it was late. He moved the chips nearer to me and said I was welcome to help myself. They smelt delicious, of salt and vinegar, and I eagerly ate some. He was quiet and very normal, and we started talking and ended up laughing a lot. We were talking about the shows and he told me how he was scared that the electrics would blow in the rain. He also said that some nights he could start to miss Texas, but that he was excited to be in such a beautiful part of England, performing his own songs. I asked why he was staying here and he chuckled and said that his band mates were up at The Red Lion (a bigger pub/hotel nearby) but that he liked to do his own thing and liked to experience "the local touch". FP would occasionally pop her head around from the lounge and look at me in amazement. I could hear her and Soda chatting the other side of the semi-wall.

I asked how long he was going to be here and he looked at me as he took a swig of his beer and said “Three months.” I remember being barely able to contain my excitement. I had thought he’d be around for a week or two at most. By this point, we had been talking for ages and he was getting more beers from his bag under the table and we were flirting in a subtle but definite way. Our legs were pressed against each other and he was leaning on his hand, smiling more now, and asking me lots of questions about my life. He asked if I was going to see any of his shows and I told him which ones. He smiled and said he hoped we could continue this sometime soon. I remember just feeling excited and wondering what the next three months were going to be like!

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I love it Troub! What a wonderful perfect dream for you!
I think this amazing feeling will carry over to your interview tomorrow. :thumbsup:

Ooooh Troub. I love it! I know you gave me an abridged version earlier this morning but this is great! Just imagine sharing those chips and flirting under the table!

Looks like the birthday celebrations are starting early!

I love the whole pub ambience (how I love English pubs) but where was Don's colleague to entertain Soda & I?!

I have three months to persuade him to bring Mr. Frey over, Julie... let me work on it. ;)

PS. Your new avatar looks fantastic!

What a great dream! I love the way you told it - I could picture it in my mind. They don't get much better than that!

Wow! I adore reading all about everyone's Eagle dreams!

I love that dream Lou!!!