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Well Stars, if they won't actually perform in concert right now, we'll make sure they are doing it in our dreams! :D
Yep Stars - loving that dream! Can I borrow it sometimes? :wink:
:laugh: Me too. But I don't want Tim to hurt his back. :worried:Quote:
Originally Posted by Ive always been a dreamer
Fabulous dream!
He can still have the masseuse, though. If he can find a volunteer. :nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by Prettymaid
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Originally Posted by EaglesKiwi
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Had another one! It's more cohesive than some of my others but still doesn't really go anywhere.
I dreamt I'm at a literary conference taking place at an old hotel. The hotel lobby is very old-fashioned - large chandelier, dark red carpet... kind of gothic-looking. It is thronging with people. As I look around trying to figure out where I should go, I see a woman with long dark hair in a bun who's dressed in a red ball gown talking with a big man in a suit. Somehow I know this man is a Russian gangster and the woman knows something she shouldn't. As she marches off, I see him turn to another man and talk to him. The man nods and then follows after the woman. I know this man is going to try and kill that woman and I know I must warn her. I decide there's no time to get help and try to follow, but it's hard to get through the crowd and I lose track of them.
Suddenly I'm on the beach on a dark and windy night with the rain pouring down. My younger sister is with me. We see a boat in the distance and someone being pushed off of the boat in chains. "That's her! They're trying to drown her!" I run towards the water but even as I approach it, her body washes up on the beach. She is now wearing all white. I see she is dead and I feel awful.
Just then police show up to take away the body. They ask me if I saw anything but I get frightened, thinking the Russian mobster will come after me, so I grab my sister's hand and we run away.
The next thing I know I am back at the hotel, in my room, with my sister and mother. My sister suggests we go the zoo to take our mind off things, and she has come coupons. I look at them but they are all expired, except for one that is a "buy one, get one free" coupon for soda.
"That's not good enough. I'll look online for better coupons," I say. And there's where the Eagle part comes in. As I get online, I suddenly get an IM that says "Nancy, this is Glenn, and I need your help!"
For some reason I know this isn't a trick and that it is Glenn Frey IMing me. I type "What do you need?"
He replies "I'm staying at the hotel upstairs and they won't let me leave because of the murder. They think it's unsafe. I've called together a group of scholars to help solve the murder and I want you to be a part of it."
Of course I'm thrilled and flattered. "I'll come up as soon as I get ready," I reply.
"No time for that - come up NOW" he types.
I reply "Sure - be right there" then close the IM window.
I turn and tell my sister and mother what just happened. "Ask him to come to the zoo with us," my mother says. "Tell him we have a coupon for a free drink."
"He can't leave the hotel. Anyway, I've got to hurry and get ready. Shoot, what should I wear?" I'm agitated because I have nothing to wear.
"Didn't he say to come right up?" my sister asks.
"Yeah..." I trail off and realize I will have to go up as I am, in jeans and a sweatshirt. "Well, I can at least take a few minutes to put on some makeup. If he thinks I'm gonna run up there without even putting on makeup, he's delusional." As I put on my mascara, I think "I wonder if Glenn will want me to read Old English. I'm not very good at that..."
Suddenly I'm in Glenn's suite and there are three very old men, all with old-fashioned thick-rimmed glasses, surrounding a table with an old map on it. Glenn is looking at the map, too. When I come in, he looks happy to see me. "Nancy! I'm so glad you're here! We need your help reading this map - it's in Old English."
CRAP! I think, but I keep an appearance of calm and go to look at the map. After all, I do know some Old English. Maybe I can muddle my way through without embarrassing myself. To my astonishment, once I take a look at the map, I can easily read everything on there. It's a treasure map and it has directions on where to find a hidden treasure. "According to this map, the treasure is here," I say, and point to a particular area on the beach. Everyone looks impressed. I'm feeling pretty good.
"But I can't go and get the treasure until this murder is solved," Glenn pouts. "They won't let me leave the hotel until it is safe."
Who are "they"? Why can't he do whatever he wants? He's freaking Glenn Frey! I think, but I figure it would be nosy to ask him about that. Instead, I say, "I don't see why it wouldn't be safe for you to leave. Surely the mobsters won't hurt you. They killed that woman to keep her from talking to the police."
The three old men and Glenn are all staring at me. "You know who did it?" Glenn asks. "How?"
How much should I say? I think. All of them are staring at me expectantly. I swallow hard and say nothing.
"You have to tell us," Glenn says. "Come on, you can trust me."
"I trust you, but it's the Russian mafia - they could come after me and my family!" I cry. "And they could come after you, too."
"No, they won't," Glenn says reassuringly. "Just tell me who did it and I'll take care of everything. You don't need to worry. Just leave it to me. I'll make sure everything turns out alright."
He seems so confident that I decide to tell him all I know. Before I can, however, I wake up! Too bad - I would have liked to have seen the mystery through! Stupid alarm clock.
Seriously! I wanted to know what happened. :mad:Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
And the part where your mom says to tell Glenn that you have a coupon for a free drink cracked me up. Why do I think he would not be impressed? :lol:
I wanted the ending too!Quote:
Originally Posted by Ive always been a dreamer
And maybe in your next dream the coupon could be for a free "Nancy" soda... :soda::nahnah::hilarious:
I LOVE that Nancy! What a cool dream.
:hilarious: What does one wear to solve a murder with Glenn Frey?Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
:rofl:Maybe he'll come if it's for a vodka and orange juice!Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
Again a very cool dream!
I'd like to know what happened, too, Soda!
I actually had a dream last night and I know Don H was in it, but for the life of me I can't remember anything else! I do remember thinking that I had to remember it so I could post it here. I've tried to remember it all day. :rolleyes:
The long dream seems horribly like a cross between Boris and Natasha, the cartoon; and the tragedy of Natalie Wood, the movie star. Solving the mystery with Glenn still sounds like a nightmare. It must be some kind of television or movie set conscousness in technicolor! I'm sure that many suspenseful dreams are not themed from reality.
Yeah, realism has never been a central tenet of my dreams. lol
Speaking of which, I had another last night. Not as exciting as the last one, but it may amuse. I think it might have partially been inspired by the fact that before going to bed, I had watched five parts of David Starkey's "Monarchy" on Netflix.
In my dream, I was back with Kate (glenneaglesfan) in Devon like I was in 2006, only instead of being at her house, we were in some kind of a dormitory with a line of single beds, all with green bedspreads. The walls are also painted green. There are windows but they are really high up and you have to stand on a bed to see out of them. We have just seen an Eagles concert and we are really excited.
There is someone standing on one of the beds looking out the window and she calls out that she can see Don. I look up and it's Lou. Suddenly there are tons of other people trying to get onto the bed to see Don but then the window disappears and there's nothing but a framed ticket hanging on the wall. Disappointed, everybody gets back down and starts to leave. Finally, it is just Troub, Kate, me, and Lisa (Glennsallnighter) who has appeared out of nowhere. We start packing up our suitcases and getting ready to leave. "Too bad that was the last concert," I say sadly.
"What are you going to do now?" Lisa asks me.
"Go home I guess," I reply. "But who knows when they will do more shows?" We are all sad. Suddenly I get the feeling someone is eavesdropping on us but I look around and I can't see anything. I keep on talking. "But I can't leave until I find my other sock." Turns out I'm wearing one black sock. Lou, Kate, and Lisa all try to help me find my sock but they can't.
Suddenly Glenn appears. "You've lost your socks again? You're always doing that. It's like a running gag."
We all act like it's not strange at all that Glenn is there. "Yes, she always loses her socks when she visits," Kate adds.
"That was only one time," I reply, but everyone is smiling. It's all good-natured.
"We're all staying in the dormitory tonight. If you can't find your socks, you're welcome to stay, too," Glenn says. Then he disappears.
I immediately stop looking for my socks! "I think you guys can stay too," I tell Lou, Kate, and Lisa. "Just take off one of your socks." They all immediately do so.
Suddenly it's night and I'm all alone, standing guard at the door of the dormitory. I hear knocking but it's the middle of the night. "If you're a salesperson, we're not interested!" I call. I try to see through the peephole but I don't see anything.
Then I hear a baby cry. Whoever is out there has a baby! I try to decide whether to let them in. I wonder if I should go wake up Glenn and ask him if it's OK to open the door, but then I think he would be mad at being disturbed if this were a trivial matter. I decide to open the door.
There are two girls who look to be in their 20s. One of them has a baby. They push past me rudely to get in. I'm concerned that this all may be a big trick and I've let in people I shouldn't, failing in my duties as a guard. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" I ask them. "Do you guys know the Eagles or something?
The one with the baby glares at me. "That's none of your business!"
She seems so mad that I'm taken aback. "Well I was just trying to see if it was OK to let you in..."
"Who are YOU to determine who gets in?" She says.
I realize I don't know why I'm doing guard duty, but I'm not going to tell her that! "Why won't you tell me who you are?" I demand. "Do you have something to hide?"
"We know Glenn!" The other girl declares. "And we're going to tell him how rude you have been!"
"Hey, I'm just trying to keep everybody safe," I protest.
"Do you think we can do anything to hurt anybody? We have a baby," the girl says, and kind of thrusts it at me. I step back and don't take the baby and it starts crying and the mom scowls at me. I still feel like there's something not quite right about these two. Why are they so defensive? Why are they trying to intimidate me? I don't trust them and I don't believe them that they know Glenn, and now I'm regretting letting them in at all! I want to throw them out, but what if they're telling the truth? The only one who can verify their story is Glenn - but I'd have to disturb his sleep and he might get mad, especially if these really are his friends. What to do? If I don't act fast, the decision will be taken out of my hands, because that noisy baby will wake the whole place up!
That's when I hear footsteps behind me. Who is it? Lou? Kate? Lisa? Glenn? Don? Tim? Joe? One of their wives? One of their entourage? Irving? Tom? Jerry? Will whoever it is be on my side?
Before I could turn around, I woke up! A rather unsatisfying ending lol.
The dream includes a decent decision to let in the girls with the baby, even though they may not belong. That's a tough social situation to resolve.
I'd have thought that you would have had to ask a very tired Glenn about the new arrivals.
The strange side of the dream, is that all of the people in the dream are friends, until the unknown strangers create uncertainty, conflict, and discord.
Your dreams are almost like short stories!
We'll call them post-modern stories and then their bizarreness can be passed off as art. lol
I think that you have a real talent for narrative, descriptive prose and for developing character, setting, and dialogue; and that you could probably write, and maybe even one day publish, some capable fiction.
They are wonderful short stories and you remember them with so much accuracy and clarity!
BTW, thrilled to be part of one of your dreams Nancy!
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Originally Posted by sodascouts
Yay - I was featured in another Borderer's dream! My Don-spotting skills are awesome. :nod: ;)
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Originally Posted by Troubadour
:hilarious: Doesn't surprise any of us!!:thumbsup:
Very impressive indeed, Troub!!! :lol:
I had a dream with the Eagles (kinda) and ALL of you here.
We had a Survivor game going on but instead of songs/videos/albums, it was Eagle pictures. Don't remember how we were actually doing it but we were all voting for the exact same pictures and agreeing with each other in every round. :hilarious: After about 8 rounds of this, we all agreed to just call the game because it wasn't any fun with all of us agreeing all the time.
Short but sweet!
Aww nice! I take it they were all HSG pics? :hilarious:
Ha! Imagine that! All of us agreeing all the time! :lol:
"Agree to disagree" this time?
This isn't exactly about the Eagles, but Don is mentioned. I thought certain people might enjoy it, though. ;) This was obviously inspired by the Stevie Nicks interview that I saw yesterday on Loose Women...
I was staying in this kind of large communal house with some family and friends in England. Stevie arrived on a Saturday. I think she was doing a concert in London the following day. This was present day, and she was wearing a cute white crochet hat and a long white woollen cardigan over jeans. She had a few security people with her when she arrived, but she was super-friendly and said hello to all of us in the large hallway. She insisted that her security guards could go to their own rooms and that she would be fine. She seemed open, sweet, funny and confident and she very much wanted to be "one of the girls". She started chatting to my friends and me, and then sort of singled me out - we just clicked and continued to chat all the way down the hallway (I was showing her to her room.)
We said bye and she said that I could come and chat to her anytime. I headed down for dinner. Stevie came down as I was almost finishing my meal, said hello and then said "Hey! Do you have Skype?" I said yes, and she said "Great! I'm just getting into the internet. When we get back to our rooms, we'll have a talk on Skype. I know there's a curfew here. You can ask me any questions you like!" I laughed and agreed, and she went off to get some food.
A couple of hours later when everyone was settled (it seemed more like a boarding school by this point, because all the lights were turned off in the corridors and we were all on our laptops on our beds, being as quiet as possible.) I logged into Skype and, although I was a bit nervous, I called Stevie as promised. She answered immediately and was sitting there, grinning and waving at me through the screen. Like I said, she had this "one of the girls" persona, very youthful, like she really wanted to get to know me and get all the gossip. We started chatting and didn't stop for an hour or so. Then she said "Okay then! Ask me some questions. I'm SURE you have some to ask..." She kind of winked at me and looked very knowing, and I got a bit flustered, thinking "Oh God, how does she know I fancy Don Henley?" I started quite vaguely, asking questions about her music, Fleetwood Mac, what "things were like" back in the '70s, etc. Then she kept encouraging me to ask more stuff, so I was like "Okay... well I do kind of like Don Henley." She grinned victoriously. "What's he like?" She talked for about ten minutes about how wonderful he is and how handsome and how everyone she knew had a crush on him. Then she said, "Hey! If you come out to see me in this show I'm doing in LA in the summer, I'll introduce you to him. He's gonna be singing with Keith Urban." I remember thinking OMG. I HAVE to tell the girls on The Border this!
We carried on chatting some more, and it seemed like all she wanted to talk about was guys! I asked her about Lindsey and she sighed and, again, spoke really fondly of him. She said that he was difficult and she used to go to bed crying often, but that he was also the most amazing person she'd ever met. She said he was so cute with his curly hair, and that he'd always be the love of her life.
She then mentioned a few guys I hadn't heard of, and then said Jackson Browne's name. I said "Oh. Did you...?" And she screeched with laughter and said "NO! He's cute, honey, but he's like my little brother." Then, I figured because she was being so open and she already knew I liked Don, I would mention Danny Kortchmar. I said sort of vaguely: "I kind of like that Danny guy that played with Jackson sometimes... the one with the black hair." Stevie laughed and went "Oh no. He's a d*ck." I was gutted! She noticed and said "Oh no... I mean, he's CUTE... just... in my opinion..." I told her it was okay and we started talking about Lindsey again for a while. She was telling me about how he bought her a new car once and spent the whole night wrapping a big ribbon all the way around it.
It got late and I said I'd better get some sleep because I had class in the morning. She asked if she could come along and I said yes because I knew my teacher LOVED Fleetwood Mac. I remember grinning about how excited he would be when Stevie Nicks walked into his classroom. We said goodnight and it was the longest goodnight ever. Like I said, Stevie was kind of like a teenage girl (in a good way!) and she kept saying "Okay hon, see you tomorrow" and kept posting little stars and smilies. Then she put this heart symbol "<3" and went. I remember settling down to go to sleep and thinking how cool it was that I'd just been chatting to one of the most awesome female rock stars ever, and how young she seemed for her age. :lol:
Awwww thats a lovely dream Lou! I love too that you remember so much detail. Just imagine it happening for real!
It must be that things we 'do' the day before a dream does inspire one. Yesterday I was playing with my ipad and I'd typed 'Glenn Frey' into the search engine in eBay. But for some reason it took me into Google images, so I had a very pleasant half hour or sd drooling over some lovely pics of Glenn :heart:. Most of which I'd seen before, but there were a few different ones too!
Anyway last night I dreamed that I was over with Mum for her birthday and I said 'Its the 1st of July.... I'll change your calendar'. When I did, the new pic for July was one of Glenn :heart: that I'd never seen before. He looked pretty much as he does now but he was wearing a red sweater/jumper with flecks of gray in it. He was smiling and kinda lying on his tummy (Similar to the Allnighter pic) and was smiling. I mainly got his head and upper torso. And I'll tell you, he looked absolutely DIVINE.
There was a little note under the pic saying 'Glenn Frey.... biography' But I said to myself 'I'm not gonna read it just yet... I probably know it... wanna look at this a bit more'.
I guess that photo will NEVER see the light!
Lou - I wish my dreams were more like yours! How AWESOME! Stevie Skype-ing - now that would be something! lol!
GA, that photo sounds hot. ;)
What a cool dream, Troubadour! I hope the dream version of you got lots of details from Stevie :hilarious:
And GA's dream photo sounds gorgeous. :inlove:
Ha! That's like a millionaire wishing he had more money than me (no offense Lou)! Everyone here knows that Soda is the queen of Eagle dreams! Not to diminish Lou's Stevie dream. It was great!Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
I dreamt I was walking at night with my parents to see a stable and horses and go to a store, where I was shown a few keepsake boxes: one with green pine trees set in a circle, and some larger boxes with western scenes and spaces in design.
Randy Meisner, who is standing at the glass counter in the store, says that he prefers the smaller one with the trees; and Don Henley, who walks into the store, likes the larger ones.
Horses run up a hill on a path along a meadow. I watch them and see that the horses' colors and sizes are all small to large, from ponies to horses. I think that there's a stable where Don and Randy ride their horses. I think that the horses must be theirs. Far away from the horses, I can hear Glenn Frey start to say some words, but I don't know what he says.
Hehe, that was cool, Lisa. I love the randomness of dreams. Also loving the image of Don riding a horse...
Very pastoral!
Thanks.
The dream unfolded as a pastiche slideshow early in the morning, and when I woke up, I told myself to write it down. I hoped to put the story on the Borders message forum. With my notebook and pen in hand, I decided that horses won't run along paths and meadows at night in an animal panorama. In the dream, the colors looked pastel-on-dusk.
Okay ladies, prepare to be green... For the first time in my Eagles career, I had a dream about Mr. Henley that is quite literally too steamy to share! :blueblob: And... it was HFO era. :thud:
Oh sure, tell us about it, then don't give any details! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Troubadour
But if a PM should show up in my inbox one day....