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TK, when first reading this I thought the book you are writing was all part of the dream. It wasn't until I read in another thread that you are actually doing this that I thought, "Oh, I guess she wasn't dreaming that she was writing a book." :hilarious:Quote:
Originally Posted by Topkat
Now I am more interested in your book than in your dream!
Wow TK, a book! It can be hard enough for me to write a post some days! good luck with it!
VA4EL, I love your dream! Isnt Glenn :heart: such a sweetie?
I had a dream last night that Glenn :heart: was doing a private show in the library of our school just for the staff. He sounded exactly as he does normally. He didn't single me out or anything but for some reason I knew that I was the one who had organised the gig, and I remember thinking 'he's going down really well here. I'm glad I asked him over. The whole dream only lasted a few minutes but I remember waking with a lovely warm fuzzy feeling. :inlove:
Ok our lottery is €15 million tonight! And over here it's tax free. I have my numbers!
That dream sounds lovely - too bad it ended so soon!
Wanted to get this down before I forgot it!
Don made a brief appearance in one of my dreams last night.
Some of my friends and I are going up this super-tall building, like the Empire State Building. We are looking for something, but I can't remember what, lol. I get separated from my group because I am pushing a shopping cart that has one of its wheels kind of messed up. It slows me down. I'm annoyed that my friends don't wait for me.
I finally get to the elevator at the base. There are lots of tourists there, despite the fact that the interior of the building is old and dirty. The people are going up in groups of about 10. I wonder if I should wait for my friends, but then I think they might already be up at the top.
The elevator opens and I walk in. I leave my shopping cart at the base to make room for others. However, for this trip, it's just me and one other person who's a stranger to me, other than the guy tending the elevator. We get to the top. The doors open again at the top floor, but the person who was next to me and the guy running the elevator have disappeared and I'm now alone. I'm not scared, though; I'm just curious.
I step out of the elevator into a room with a long dining table. Seated at the table are Don Henley and Stevie Nicks (looking like they do now). They are eating turkey and fixings, like at Thanksgiving. I walk over to the table and sit down next to Don. They seem to be expecting me, but no one says anything.
I hear music playing - it's a bootleg I have of a Fleetwood Mac tour rehearsal from 1982. Stevie and Lindsey Buckingham are doing "I've Been Loving You Too Long" but because it's a rehearsal jam, it's rough and unstructured. Although it still sounds good to me, I worry that Stevie will be embarrassed and Don will think that they suck at the song. As a result, even though I'm nervous about talking when no one else is, I feel compelled to say "That's just a rehearsal."
Don never looks at me, but continues eating. "I know," he says. "It's good."
"Yes... I agree..." I trail off and look over at Stevie, but she acts like she never heard us or even the music, just staring straight ahead and eating.
On the one hand, it's cool to be eating dinner with Don and Stevie. On the other hand, I am seriously uncomfortable because they are both acting so oddly. They aren't even interacting with one another - just eating without even looking at each other. At least they aren't asking me how I knew that the song was from a rehearsal, because I would have to tell them about the bootleg and I know they wouldn't like that.
I hope my friends show up soon, but when I look towards the elevator, it's still at the top floor with the doors open. It hasn't moved since I've arrived. I get up and go towards it but then it disappears entirely and there's just a wall!
I turn around to Don and Stevie. "The elevator is gone! How are we going to get out?" but they ignore me, continuing to cut their meat and slowly eat it silently. Instead of panicking, I sit down again and join them, thinking, Things will turn out alright. Don and Stevie aren't worried - why should I be? Don't make a fool of yourself by freaking out, Nancy! I start eating some turkey as well, feeling strangely calm about the whole thing.
Then I woke up!
You made my day, Soda.
Ha! Well, my pleasure, although the dream kind of let me confused.
BTW, for the curious, this is the song that was playing in my dream:
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Well, it's got the food a lot of your dreams have. It also has that thing where you're afraid you will say the wrong thing. I liked it! Not as good as some of your others, because they hardly spoke, but I like the way you're able to explain your thought process to us. I give it a :thumbsup:
And it has you worrying you'll get in trouble, Soda... another element that crops up in a few dreams! :hilarious:
I had two dreams involving different Eagles over the last couple of days - two very different dreams!
The first involved Glenn. I dreamt I was walking into this dark room in this old house and the TV was on. I heard Glenn's voice coming from the TV, but it was a song I didn't know. I went to the TV and I saw it was MTV and I was watching a music video for a song off his new album (you know it's a crazy dream when MTV plays videos lol). The song's title was short and one of the words started with an "R" but I can't remember what it was called. Anyway, in the video, Glenn was also alone in a dark room singing this ballad and it was gorgeous! I thanked my lucky stars that I had happened to walk in the room when this video came on and I couldn't wait to tell all my fellow fans about it. "He sounds great," I thought. Sadly, I woke up before the song was over!
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The next dream I had last night, and this one was pretty upsetting. It sort of involves Joe.
I dreamt that I was in old Southern house, kind of like something you'd see portrayed in a Tennessee Williams play. It is storming outside. I know we are in terrible danger; Pat Benatar has been violently murdered and I somehow know her murderer is outside and wants to kill us, too.
I go around locking all the doors and windows at top speed, worried he will get in any minute. I get into the kitchen and I find Prettymaid and another guy talking with the kitchen door wide open! I scream at them that they need to close it, but they just look at me like I'm crazy. I go over and close it myself.
I go into the next room to close some more doors and then when I come back into the kitchen, the guy is gone! Prettymaid tells me that the guy has gone outside. I can't believe it! "Don't you know there's a killer out there?!" I cry. "Don't you remember how Pat Benatar died? Do you wanna die?" I get no answer.
Then, who should appear at the window but someone that looks exactly like Joe! Only I know it isn't Joe. It's just someone pretending to be him. Prettymaid says, "Look! There's Joe! We have to let him in!" She goes to let him in but I stop her. "That's not Joe! That's an Angel of Death!" She doesn't believe me and once again I get looked at like I'm crazy. Meanwhile, I am seriously freaking out because I don't understand how this guy could make himself look exactly like Joe. Does he have some kind of supernatural powers?! Then he disappears and Prettymaid is upset because she feels like I ruined her chance to meet Joe!
Then, suddenly, I remember that I've left a window open at the other side of the house. I run as fast as I can to the other side of the house so I can get to the window before "Joe" does. When I get to the window, I slam it shut and lock it. At first I'm relieved that I've gotten to the window in time, but then I realize that he could've already gotten inside and I could have just locked us in with a killer. Behind me I hear a voice saying "Sometimes people have to die..."
I woke up terrified!
Yikes! That was a nightmare Soda! :fear:
Sorry for the delay to answer, but I forgot to subscribe to this thread? :doh:Quote:
TK, when first reading this I thought the book you are writing was all part of the dream. It wasn't until I read in another thread that you are actually doing this that I thought, "Oh, I guess she wasn't dreaming that she was writing a book." :hilarious:
Now I am more interested in your book than in your dream!
Anyway, yes, I am actually writing a book. I started it a few months ago. In fact the idea for the book also came to me in a dream. It was very strange, but I thought it was such a good story that I felt compelled to write it. I am not really a writer; I've never attempted anything like this before, so the task has become quite demanding & huge.
One of the main characters is a young British rock singer in the early 70's. I started to read all the biographies I could get my hands on, of singers of this era & I began watching YouTube videos of the early 70's. I'm still doing a lot of research & the book is moving rather slowly, but I have the basic story of this rock guy who is murdered. I don't really want to give away the story, so when it's done, I will let you guys know! LOL
It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, & I'm thinking of maybe turning it into a screenplay for a movie! LOL
Well, that's really dreaming............. I have it all played out in my head, but to write it is something else. So far I only have about 50 pages written, so it's slow going.
All it takes is one page at at time, TK. Doesn't matter how slow or how fast you go. Good luck! Stay at it -- even when you don't want to.
Thanks Henley Honey.....
I have the beginning & the ending written, it's just the middle that I'm having a real problem with.:worried:
I'm writing a character based a little on TBS into the story!!! It's fun doing the research anyway!
No kidding! It scared the crap out of me! Worst one I've had in a long time!Quote:
Originally Posted by Brooke
Soda, you dream the strangest things (all my dreams are perfectly normal, of course:)). What do you eat or drink before going to sleep? Anyway, you described it a little too well. I could picture the entire thing, so I hope I don't have bad dreams tonight!
Last night, I'd had french onion soup and coffee for dinner. That said, I did feel a bit sick to my stomach after I got done exercising that night (still do, in fact). Maybe that's what brought it on.
Wow, Soda, that one was freaky!!! To many horror movies perhaps? It seemed appropriate for this time of year tho. Pat Benatar? Where did that come from?
Yeah, ya fun sponge, ruined my chance to meet "Joe"! :hilarious:Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
I don't know! I like Pat Benatar fine and I have her greatest hits CD, but other than her song "All Fired Up" coming on my iPod a few days ago on shuffle and me noticing that I accidentally misspelled her last name on my Playlist (which I quickly fixed), I haven't given her a minute's thought.Quote:
Originally Posted by TimothyBFan
PM - if my dream continued along those same lines, you'd have gotten to meet "Joe" alright... but you wouldn't have lived to tell about it!
Yeah - that kind of dream would have scared the crap out of me too, Nanc. That would be one time when I wouldn't complain about not remembering dreams.
Another strange dream!:)
:shock: I kinda wish I hadn't read your post right before I planned on going to bed Soda. My heart actually feels like it's beating a little fast just reading about YOUR nightmare. lol Somehow that seems pathetic. When I have those types of dreams I wake up terrified too and then I end up having to turn the light on (how pathetic at 28 :roll: ) because it takes me a bit to calm down from being so terrified. lol
As creeped out as I was from reading your nightmare, I did laugh out loud at that! Not that it's funny necessarily LOL We would definitely want you to live to tell about it PM!Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
First, let me say that two nights ago I woke up to thunder and before getting all the way awake, worried about a guy who looked like Joe Walsh but wasn't. Soda, your dreams are contagious (so see if you can work on dreaming about better things...)
Last night, before reading the article by Joe this morning, I dreamed that I was at an Eagles concert in DC. It was the opening show of their 40th anniversary tour and it was here because Glenn always says during DC concerts about how they started here (Cellar Door). And they had a surprise on-stage guest, Jackson Browne, and he sang the first verse of Take It Easy and Glenn sang the second. I woke up in the middle of the song, which was very annoying.
Darn, couldn't you try going back to sleep to hear the rest of the song? :hilarious: Sounds like a great dream.Quote:
Originally Posted by VAisForEagleLovers
I had a dream but it isn't as surreal as the ones Soda has.
The Borderers who were at Niagara Falls were watching Glenn give a presentation similar (I would guess) to what he's doing next week. I suppose it was on my mind so I combined it with Niagara Falls memories. But we were all in an open field! He had a whiteboard set up on the grass & he was explaining music industry terminology. He was wearing jeans but with a jacket & tie.
At one point someone (Dreamer, I think, who was next to me) asked him 'what is your definition of when an album is offfcially released' and he said with that characteristic drawl 'when I give it to my parents', obviously referring to the imminent release of After Hours.
GA got up & ran over to him & he took her by the hands & danced with her, which was very sweet. As for me all I did was stare, which is all I've ever done, but whenever I dared to look he gave me a smile. He did this on the second night at Niagara Falls which prompted me to frame his face with a heart made from my fingers while he was watching. That was such a great moment but in the dream I didn't do that, just smiled back. Then I woke up & realised that it obviously hadn't happened. It was nice though, also to see fellow Borderers & Niagara Falls participants.
Nice dream, FP!
Great dream, FP! Couldn't you let me have a glance with Glenn too. :hilarious: Wish I could dream something about Glenn, or any of the others for that matter!
Awwwww sweet dream FP. Love the part where I dance with him. Its fun reliving all those Niagara Falls moments..... It's been 9 weeks nearly now.
Love your dream, Fp!
I don't dream very often it seems. :-(
I spent the entire night after Joe's Red Bank concert dreaming that I was seeing an Eagles show from their 40th anniversary tour. Wow. It was incredible!
I'll take that as a good omen :grin:Quote:
Originally Posted by Windeagle
I had a very cool dream last night. I'm posting quickly so I don't forget.
I was following tours with a group of friends and keeping a log of each show I saw. It was set up like a big spreadsheet. Each show had a line with spaces for act, date, venue, setlist, musicians, and a large section for comments, both my own and those of my friends and family.
We all went to see a Henley solo show and afterwards, we were hanging around this lounge area upstairs in the hotel. I had the huge log book open in front of me (it was the size of a large photo album) and I was getting ready to make the entry for the Henley show when who should walk in but Mr. Henley himself. He looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower - in 1985. It was Building the Perfect Beast-era Henley. His spiky hair was damp and he was wearing jeans with suspenders, but no shirt.
Anyway, he came over and, curious, asked to see my log book. He seemed pretty impressed with the detailed records of all the show. Then he pulled out a pen and asked if he could write the entry for his show. Of course I said yes! I stood next to him as he wrote and all my friends crowded around to watch. They crowded so close that I was pushed into his left side and my cheek kept brushing against his bare shoulder. I smiled apologetically. He understood I was being pushed and wasn't really a creeper, but I will admit the contact was very nice!
He finished, I thanked him and we said our goodbyes. When he was gone, we all crowded around the log book to see what he wrote. Most of it was just the specifics, but in the last comment box, he wrote something to my daughter, addressing a comment in a previous box where someone had made fun of her for something she had written. Henley's comment was something like "be yourself and don't let other people's criticism get you down.". It was very sweet and I was impressed that he was so thoughtful.
That's when I woke up.
Awwww-that was a sweet one!!!
Nice dream, WE!
What a dream!:grin:
Aw WE, what a sweet dream, although the part where your face kept getting smashed into his bare shoulder is pretty steamy!
Yeah, lovely dream WE!
Last night I was dreaming we were all back in Fallsview. Glenn :heart:'s second concert had just ended. We weren't sure if he was coming out fir another encore ir not (pretty much as it happened to be honest). Then suddenly there were only a few of us left. The guitar technician said Glenn :heart: would sign our tickets and we handed them over. Then he came back out and said as there were so few if us there Glenn :heart: would come out himself to get our names. Sadly, before he did, I woke up!
Why do I always wake up just before I'm about to meet him? :?:?
WE and GA, I like both your dreams!
I've had two very short Eagles dreams since HH and V went to Vegas, one with Glenn and one with Don. Last night, I had a longer one with Glenn, so I finally decided to put them all on here.
The first was on the actual night they were doing Vegas, so I guess the guys were on my mind! I dreamt that I was going to see Glenn perform solo in this tent outdoors. I was wearing a sleeveless white summer dress that zipped up the back. When I got to the tent, there was hardly anybody there; just some teens. I walked over to them. "Hey, do you know when Glenn Frey is coming out?" "Oh, he'll be here soon," one of them replied. "Cool," I said, then went to an area near the stage where there were maybe two other people, and they were hanging back. I was pretty much in a primo spot by myself - sweet!
The place started to fill in, but no Glenn. His band came out and started to play, but no Glenn.
Suddenly I felt a breeze on my back and I realized to my horror that my dress wasn't zipped up all the way in the back. I was mortified. I had to ask someone to fix it before Glenn came out! I turned to ask whoever behind me to fix it - and there was Glenn! "Don't worry, I'll help you with that," he said as I turned bright red.
Mercifully, I woke up at that point!
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The next night, Don was the guest star of my dream. I dreamt I was driving home from teaching a class - History of the English Language. The car was full of my students and, inexplicably, Don Henley was riding in the backseat. He was being a horrible backseat driver, not only telling me how to drive, but also giving opinions on my teaching technique. It was so irritating! In my dream, I thought, "It should be awesomely cool that Don Henley is in my car, but instead, it's a huge pain!" I finally turned around and said, "Don, I already have a dad, I don't need another one telling me what to do!" "I was just trying to help," he pouted and scowled at me. I woke up with Don's look of disapproval still before my eyes, lol.
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The last one just occurred last night. In this one, it was Long Run era Glenn wearing jeans and a white shirt, and I think it must have been inspired by the anniversary of the Live album.
I'm at the computer fiddling with some ideas for my site. I'm a little glum because I realize how much time and trouble it's going to take to implement them, but I also realize it must be done. Glenn walks in, chipper, and asks me what's wrong. "I'm just worrying about site design," I say.
He asks me to explain it to him, so I try. "The site loses functionality on mobile devices due to the .css format I used when I created it. Thus, I need to make it more mobile-friendly. The only problem is that since the .css format is the basis for not only the design of GFO but all of the sister sites, changing it would be a massive undertaking. Still, I hate how it is now...I've gotta change it! But the time it will take...hundreds of hours, no lie..."
Glenn just shrugs. "Whatever you want to do. It's no big deal."
Instead of being dismayed that Glenn is brushing off my concerns, I'm jazzed about the fact that he has chosen to come in and chit chat with me. I want to keep it going. I ask, "How did you come up with the design for your album covers?"
He replies, "Our Live cover was inspired by the red lotus flower. If you look closely you can see petals of the lotus flower embedded...." He whips out a copy of the album and holds it in front of me. "Look very closely..."
I lean forward to look. "I don't really see it..."
"Look more closely," he says in a low voice that I can barely hear.
I peer at it some more and suddenly, to my astonishment, I can see flowers petals in the design! "Wow! Of course! It's so obvious! I don't know why I never noticed this before!"
Glenn whispers, "It's a secret. Only a few people know."
"What about the gray? What inspired that color?" I ask, rather stupidly, but in my dream things like the appearance of a trunk and the color of metal don't occur to me.
They don't occur to Glenn either. "I forget why we used gray. I think we had had some really disgusting food that was gray earlier...."
"Like tofu?" I volunteer.
I hear some lady behind me say "How stupid!" and I turn around and glare at her. She is older and scowling at us.
"Excuse me, we're trying to have a conversation here!" I bark at her.
"Like I care," she says huffily, then leaves.
"Yeah, like tofu," Glenn nods, as if nothing ever happened.
"Cool," I reply excitedly, feeling I know a big, important fact now. "Thanks for the help!"
"No problem." Glenn straightens up and looks around. He abruptly leaves.
"Guess he has stuff to do," I think and turn back to my computer.
However, the next instant he's coming through the door again, carrying a box. He puts it down on the floor and starts moving things around. He begins taking stacks of books out and bringing some more boxes in. I realize that the books he's taking out aren't even mine, and I wonder how they got there. The boxes that he's bringing in are full of more books, binders, and papers.
He seems really focused on what he's doing and I'm a little nervous to interrupt him to ask what's going on. However, after he's brought in the fourth or fifth box I tentatively venture, "Are you working on something?"
"Yes, I'm going to store some of my papers in here," he says nonchalantly. "Just the ones that it's alright for you to see."
"Ooh!" I say excitedly. "I can look at them?! Because I totally wouldn't look if you told me not to..."
"I don't care if you look at them or not," Glenn replies. "These aren't state secrets. They're just accounting records, receipts for purchases, that kind of thing. Nothing juicy. I just needed a place to store them and I thought, why not here?" He smiles broadly. "Now, let's watch Seinfeld!" Suddenly, before us, there is a large screen on which Seinfeld is playing. In the scene, Elaine is arguing with a taxi cab driver over the tip because she wants more money back than he gave her.
"You know, I used to be a cab driver," Glenn confides as he sits in a chair that has appeared out of nowhere. "I made a lot of money off of tips."
"I bet you did," I say, thinking how a lot of his tips were probably not just because he was a good cab driver, but because he of his looks and charm.
I wake up before I can see what happens to Elaine!
OMG, Soda, you crack me up. What entertaining dreams you have!
Who cares about Elaine! Lol!