Dreaming of the Eagles

Nice name! lol

:hilarious: nice name indeed, especially from Soda's POV

Love your dreams shun and zelda.

But please don't give Soda any ideas - she may want to legally change her name! :wink: :grin:

please oh please I am begging the Gods to have a wonderful dream of Timmy singing me to sleep Please please oh Please.

I have been so depressed with this weather and the every growing number of kids getting expelled that we get causing our number to be higher than what we are supposed to allow not to mention that everyone of them have attitude like you can't believe. I NEED something nice Please Timmy come sing to me in my dreams.

When I dreamt about Glenn the other night, I thought I was cheating on Don since he's my favorite. LOL

He could come to me after he's visited you SC:):nahnah:

I keep waiting for a Don dream ~ nothing. :weep:

My problem is I spend too much time dreaming, especially day dreaming!

My work reminds me of Don all the time - the guy I'm researching for my PhD was a big admirer of Ralph Waldo Emerson, Walt Whitman and of course Henry David Thoreau plus he was also best friends with W.B. Yeats, Don's favourite poet! So I get reminders left, right and centre thinking of all the things I'd like to discuss with him. :brickwall:

The truth is I'd probably not be able to string a coherent sentence together if I ever did meet him such is his gorgeousness 'though I did send a letter via his fan club once telling him about this guy I'm researching 'cos I KNOW he'd be interested.

Ah well my letter's probably stuck at the bottom of a pile of others :-(

Still at least I can vent my feelings here!! lol :rockon:

Who are you researching, DD? I'm interested to know. My specialty is Renaissance literature, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate other genres and I often teach Yeats in my British Literature course.

Anyway, I had a Don dream a few days after NOLA. Over the past few months I've had the opposite problem from shun, and my dream isn't anywhere near as exciting, but here goes...

In my dream, Don and I are singing duets with younger stars (yes, I'm a singer in this one). We're all in the studio recording together. I sing a duet with a young female star, then she sings another with Don. As he's singing his verse, I'm like "She should feel pretty honored that Don is singing with her" and after it's over, she says exactly that! lol

"Why don't you both sing backup for me on this other song?" she asks

Don and I agree, but when it's time for us to sing in the microphone, he starts joking around. He's telling all these jokes (which I can't remember now, darn it) and I'm trying not to laugh. I tell him, "Don, we need to be serious now! We've got to be ready for our cue to sing!"

"Sorry," he says, but then he laughs some more, and I wind up laughing, and I keep worrying that the singer is going to get mad and chastise us. She never does, though, and I have to admit I got a kick out of Don being the silly one for once!

I woke up before he started behaving. ;)

Hi Soda, that's interesting. I taught Renaissance art last semester. I'm researching George AE Russell so if you know Yeats I'm sure you've heard of him. He was one of the Celtic Revivalists though I'm actually researching his art rather than his prose. He was a mystic as well as a social reformer and his paintings were based on his visions of the Tuatha De Dannan, the gods of pre-Christian Ireland. He was also a theosophist as well as an admirer of Emerson, Whitman and Thoreau so it's all very interesting and I can relate to Don's attachment to Thoreau and Waldon Woods.

On the other hand, I had an actual dream about Don himself last night! I dreamt he was showing me around his house and brought me to a room full of religious icons, you know Byzantium depictions of the Madonna and Child and then he brought me to another room full of his platinum discs and awards displayed the same as the previuos icons. It was almost as if he was worshipping them in the same way. Anyway, the really interesting part was that all through the tour he held my left hand in his right and kept stroking it with his left hand! Then...

...unfortunately, I woke up. :weep:

Sigh