Dreaming of the Eagles

I can share a dream I seem to have every so often; throughout my life I've had recurring dreams of certain people and situations.

As introduction, it's only sort of tangentially about the Eagles; I am acquainted with Lance Morrison, whom some of you know has been in Don's touring band for a number of years and also played on Inside Job. I met him through another band he's in, a fusion quartet called VOLTO!, my friend Danny is their drummer.

So in the dream I'm hanging out with the VOLTO! guys and one of my exes at The Baked Potato, and we're having a good time, and Lance's cell phone rings, and he answers it. And as he's listening he mouths "It's Don," to me. And I get all fluttery and squeal-y and wonder what they could be talking about. So then he hands the phone to me and says, "Don wants to talk about some book I've never heard of, you probably know so you talk to him!"

And so my dream of two Lit majors geeking out about books is fulfilled. :inlove:
But I never remember exactly what we talk about when I wake up! I told Lance about this dream once and he cracked up. He said, "Uh, I don't think I've ever had that kind of conversation with him!"

I love that dream Luna...

I had a dream about Mr. Henley last night...really silly...and he wasn't actually in it...very short dream too...a friend and I kept going from store to store because we were trying to find the new fitness book that Don had written...I can see the cover in my head...it's a white background with a pic of him and he's wearing a plaid shirt!...it was sold out in all the stores we went to and we were really aggravated...

Even periphery Eagles dreams can be a hoot! ;)

Every time I visit Texas, I have Eagle dreams. So odd. I had two with Don Henley, although no other Eagles have made an appearance yet. I'll post about them when I get a chance... but don't get too excited. They're both pretty short.

OK - here's the first from a few days ago:

The President of the college I work for is calling faculty in one by one to the office to tell them something. Everyone leaves the office looking disturbed, and no one wants to tell me what's going on. I'm very nervous as I wait my turn to go in.

I finally get called in. The President looks very somber. "I have some bad news. Dr. Henley's wife is divorcing him."

Now, the Don Henley in my dream is not a rock star. He is a fellow faculty member, and his wife in my dream is not his real-life wife, but a woman with blonde hair that's so light, it's almost white. I'm stunned. "But they seemed so happy..."

"His wife caught him dancing with another woman."

I think just dancing with someone isn't that bad, but I don't want to say anything because hey, this is my boss, essentially. I think that Don is lucky he has tenure and they can't fire him (in my dream apparently this is a fire-able offense).

Then, I get handed a large piece of varnished, dark brown wood, about 6 ft by 3 ft, by a random person standing in the corner dressed in a T-shirt and jeans - someone I don't recognize and who seems really out of place in the formal office. "Take that to Dr. Henley."

"Uh...ok." I wonder why I'm being asked to do this. I think it's because I'm the only faculty member who listens to Don's music, and nobody else likes it. Still, it's not like we're best friends - and what the heck is this piece of wood for?!

As I leave the office, people are looking at me and whispering. "That's Dr. Henley's friend," they are saying. I worry that this will be bad for me because they all like his wife better than they like him. Should I distance myself from him? I decide not to, because I do like his music, and I'm feeling kind of sorry for him. Everybody's turning on him, and it's not like he's a bad guy - just a little stand-offish. I decide to suck it up and take him his wood.

Suddenly I'm standing outside his new place, still holding the wood - which is surprisingly light. My arms don't feel tired at all. The door is slightly ajar. "Hello?" I call out. Nobody answers. I briefly debate going in but since I don't want to just leave the piece of wood outside the door, I decide to take it in. I nudge the door with my foot and it swings wide open.

I get inside the house and look around. The room has gray walls and gray carpet, and is completely empty except for a bed with a black spread on it. Something is missing from the bed though... its headboard. It suddenly dawns on me - that's what the piece of wood is! It's the headboard for his new bed!

I get a sinking feeling as I realize that perhaps people are expecting me to help Don build furniture for his new place. Ugh! What a drag! To confirm my suspicions, suddenly the room that was empty is filled with half-built furniture and pieces of wood are lying around. Shoot!

Then Don appears, all in black, looking like he does in the "For My Wedding" video. "How did you get in?" he demands, looking pissed off.

"Your door was open and I wanted to bring in your headboard," I explain. "But if you want me to leave..."

Suddenly Don's attitude completely changes. "I swear I just danced with that woman! Nothing else! You believe me, right?"

"Of course," I say, but I'm feeling really awkward. It feels wrong to be having this conversation with him. Still, something tells me he is really telling the truth, which makes me feel even sorrier for him. I decide I will help him put together his furniture without complaint.

"Maybe you could talk to her for me..." he says hesitantly, and I'm struck with terror as I realize I'm about to be put in the middle of something I SO don't want to be involved in... but I agree to do it because I can't say no to him when he looks at me pleadingly with those gorgeous blue eyes.

And then I woke up. However, I'm confident that after I woke up, dream Don was able to repair his marriage with nameless blonde dream lady. lol

Wow, Nanc - now that one is a real doozy! I see Don still manages to scoff at you a little though. :grin:

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Originally Posted by sodascouts

I worry that this will be bad for me because they all like his wife better than they like him.

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This nearly made me snort out my iced tea, lol. Poor Don!

I listened to "The One You Love" a few days ago (after not hearing it for quite a while) - a friend and I were talking about songs with great sax riffs and that's one I named - and so then this morning (I have my most vivid dreams between 3am and waking) I dreamed Glenn was my across-the-hall neighbor and that same situation played itself out, the return of the bad ex and all that, but we weren't involved. He was just being a good friend and telling me not to let that guy hurt me again but at some point I said to him, "You're kind of acting like a boyfriend and since you're not my boyfriend it's breaking my heart." And he said, "I'm not a good boyfriend either, that's why I know he's so bad for you." But oh, he looked so gorgeous while he was telling me this!

I wanna trade!

See I think yours was the more interesting dream!

I had one dream featuring Joe. It's short but hey, I'm being comprehensive. I think it was inspired by the LA trip because it involves some participants!

In this dream, I'm with Henley Honey, Perfect Little Sister aka Lissa, Houston Baby, VA, and Joe (he looks like he does in the early 90s, wearing a ridiculous rainbow-colored top hat that leans to the side, a blue skinny tie, and a baggy navy blue suit). We're leaving a party and going to take my dark blue van somewhere (note: I own no such van in real life). I've been drinking so I don't want to drive, but I don't want anyone else to drive either. I'm worried they'll mess up my van.

HH says she's driving and takes the keys, and I want to tell her no, but I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings... PLS sees my face and says "Nancy doesn't want you to drive - I'll drive!"

HH is upset and insulted. At this point, I'm forced to explain, "No, it's not you, it's just I'm protective of my car - I don't really want Lissa to drive it either..." Then Houston Baby and VA both say they'll drive and Lissa is upset!

"No, it's not that... I don't want ANYONE else to drive it but I realize I can't drive so I guess someone else HAS to." I make a face. "So I GUESS it's cool if one of you guys drives, I don't care which." Now this has become really awkward and everyone is pissed off because they realize I don't trust any of them not to crash my van. I realize I should have phrased things more tactfully. HH finally just gets in the driver's seat and the rest of us pile in - PLS in the passenger seat, the rest of us in the back.

Meanwhile, Joe has disappeared, but no one has noticed. VA and HB are in the very back buckling up. I hop into the middle seat and I'm buckling up when I look around and notice Joe's not there. HH is starting up the car and it's moving already - I holler "Wait! Where's Joe?!"

"If he's not here, too bad - that's his problem. He shouldn't have left the car." HH shrugs and keeps going.

I roll the window out, stick my head out of it, and see him just standing in traffic looking confused. Cars are zooming around him and honking, and he's just standing there!

"JOE! WHAT THE.... ?! GET OUT OF THE FREAKING ROAD!" I scream at him , but he doesn't move. I duck back in the car. "We gotta go back and pick up Joe - he could be killed!"

At this, HH does this 180 full hilt in the middle of the road, tires screeching, and we zoom back to pick up Joe. I get up and throw open the van door. She slows down enough for him to jump in, although she doesn't stop. I help pull him in and he plops on the seat.

As I buckle back up, I'm furious. "What the **** were you thinking? You could have been hit! You could have ******* died!" (Yes, I cussed in my dream, although I rarely cuss in real life).

"I just wanted to take a look around while you were deciding who was gonna drive..." he says vaguely. He looks completely clueless.

Suddenly Dreamer appears out of nowhere, in between us. "Stop yelling at him. That's Joe Walsh! We are lucky he's even hanging out with us!" She turns to him and starts buckling him in, since he hasn't bothered to do so. "It's alright, Joe," she says soothingly.

I sit back, cross my arms, and look out the window, trying to calm down. Weirdly, in my dream, I hadn't remembered Joe was famous right up until Dreamer had said something. Now, I remember he's a successful musician, and I feel like I should know what group he's in, but I don't.

At that point, I wake up! Not exactly the most pleasant dream but hey, Joe was in it. lol