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I thought for sure that he was going to say "Yes! One of my angels!"Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
And I'd love to have a magical tiara, too!
Dang, you all have great Eagles dreams! I can't even remember any dreams, let alone Eagles dreams! :headscratch:
I had a really peculiar one last night and I hold you all directly responsible. Since joining this board I've been inspired to listen to more Eagles, which puts them directly into my consciousness and thus into my dreams. So thanks.
Like Brooks, I rarely remember my dreams, so this was incredibly vague. But I had decided to move to Texas (I'm in the process of deciding where I want to live) and for some reason decided to get a job as a stablehand. Not sure why. For the non-horse people, that means I'd be shoveling manure, etc. The particulars fade in and out but I do recall him scanning my resume, glaring directly at me and demanding to know why an attorney had appeared at his farm, and whether I was actually there to serve him with a lawsuit. Beneath the clear wash of blue steel I kind of wavered and my mouth wouldn't move... mercifully, I woke up at that point. Note to self: if you ever meet Don Henley, don't look him in the eye.
After a long time , I had an eagle dream, a short one but very nice!
I was on the beach with friends to play Beachvollyball, as our 4 guys appeared and they asked us whether they can play with us. :woah:
Of course I said yes!:nod: I was in a team with Glenn, Joe and a friend, that was really cool! We lost our game, nevertheless, this was not so bad, for me, the guys in shorts to see was great!8) After the games we sat at a campfire together.
Sounds like the dream was short but sweet!
Yes, it was a sweet dream but really to short, the dream has might been longer with pleasure !:)Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
Soda, I love the signature.
lol! Perhaps Don thought you were trying to stir up some crap by suing him? ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by AmarilloByMorning
Did you sing Avacado? :grin:Quote:
Originally Posted by Koala
Of Course! :mrgreen:Quote:
Originally Posted by Prettymaid
I had another dream last night. I don't know why I'm having so many Eagles dreams now when I hardly ever used to have one. In fact, I am having so many that I don't even put the less involved ones on the board because I think everyone would get tired of hearing about Nancy's dreams.
This one, however, is pretty easy to explain. I had insomnia last night and passed the time by writing long-winded posts very few people wanted to read!
Hence my dream.... which is also very long-winded.
I walk in to Walmart to go shopping and who should walk in at the same time but Glenn Frey! He recognizes me and starts walking with me. I'm absolutely thrilled and start chit-chatting with him (can't remember about what).
We pass one of those Walmart bins that are in the middle of the aisles. This one is full of photos of the Eagles, thrown in there. On the top there is a photo of him autographed and signed to someone. He picks it up, gets pissed off, and throws it back in the bin. I figure it's time to move away from there and I kind of tug him on. He doesn't say a word.
Next, after passing some various aisles, we pass a magazine rack filled with magazines with the Eagles on the cover. Again, he stops, but he doesn't pick any of them up. "I have all of these!" I declare proudly. He says nothing and we continue on.
We come across my friend Tiffany who I spent the weekend with. She's single, like me. She says she's through with men and I say something like "Come on, we need men around to kill bugs, fix things, and lift heavy objects. And they are good for other things, too." Glenn finds this hilarious and laughs pretty hard!
We come across a group of people talking about the Eagles. Glenn tells me to go see what they are talking about and he hides behind a nearby stack of T-shirts. There are a bunch of conversations going on and I can't remember them all, but some people are talking about selling Eagles-related things on Ebay and others are talking about buying them. One group is saying that all Eagles fans should buy futons. I don't remember what else was said but I remember thinking that Glenn wouldn't like it.
I go back to Glenn and he asks me what was said. I say, "Nothing important." He replies, "Well, I heard it and I don't like it!" I flush with embarrassment.
He then goes over to the groups, talks to them, and they get all excited and leave thinking the Eagles are awesome. Glenn walks back to me grinning, but then when he comes up to me his smile turns to a frown. He looks right into my eyes and says earnestly, "Nancy, we have a real problem here. The money." I immediately know he is talking about folks thinking the Eagles are greedy, but I don't say anything because I'm not sure how to reply to that. I wonder if it has something to do with the Border and get nervous.
Just then we hear Don Felder's voice. A little ways from us, he is doing an album and book signing in Walmart's book aisle. He hasn't seen us.
Glenn hangs back but I go to see what's happening. I see him signing a baseball jersey and when the lady says she hopes all of the Eagles will sign it, he snorts, "AS IF. I'm the only one who will sign this. Don't even bother asking the others." She looks disappointed.
He moves on to the next pair of people, who tell Felder they know a special way to remaster Airborne that will make it sound good. He perks up and says "Let me give you my phone number!" He digs out a piece of paper and starts writing his number on it.
I see him and joke, "Are you giving out your phone number?" He looks my way and I realize that could be taken the wrong way. "Just kidding," I say hurriedly. "I don't really want your number." He looks pissed off and turns back to the other two. I think "Geez Nancy. You are really putting your foot in your mouth." I hurry past him. I see other fans waiting with Hotel California albums and sitting in folding chairs in a circle with pets that look like baby dolls tethered to the chair legs.
[here some irrelevant random crap happens that has nothing to do with the Eagles, so moving on...]
I go back towards where Glenn is. I pass Felder again and I hear him repeat that no one should ask the other guys for autographs because he is the only one who ever signs anything. One lady produces a copy of Don Henley's "I Can't Stand Still" and says "Since Don Henley will never sign this, will you?" I am just cringing as I hurry pass.
Glenn says "Is Felder going around telling everybody that the other Eagles never sign anything?"
"Yes," I reply, "Even baseball jerseys."
"EVEN BASEBALL JERSEYS!!!" This particularly seems to enrage Glenn. "HOW DARE HE!!"
Then he turns to me and repeats, "We have a real problem here. It's political. It's about the money."
I think he's trying to tell me something or wants me to do something but I don't know what it is. Once more, I wonder if it has anything to do with posts I made on The Border. If he says that it is, I decide to go home and start deleting them. But he says nothing more and we start walking the aisles again.
I woke up but despite the fact that it was early ran to my computer to try to write things down. Already I know I have forgotten some of the things he said, but I tried my best! Then I go back to sleep....
Another dream. This time I'm in a water park.There’s this really dangerous water slide where you don’t take a ladder to the stop, you are sucked up one slide to the top. It’s on the right. The one on the left is the one you go down. They’re both really tall. The water at the bottom is not still – it has powerful waves.
Don, who looks like he just stepped out of that 1975 boat pic, open denim shirt, tight jeans, the whole bit... jumps into the water. He swims towards the vacuum slide but seems to get confused. When he gets near the suction he thrashes around and winds up going the other way, swimming towards the slide where people are coming down. I’m in a crowd at the edge of the waters watching, and we’re all concerned. At the last minute, he’s flung by a wave away from the bottom of the slide and back towards the center of the pool. He’s obviously completely lost his bearings now and swims one way, then another. He’s started fighting the waves and I realize he must be exhausting himself.
Suddenly he dives down and we can’t see him anymore. I jump into the water and swim to where he last was, then dive down. I see him at the bottom and grab him and pull him up. Once I get his head above water, he gasps and coughs so we know he’s OK.
I start pulling him through the water and he just lets me because he’s so weak at that point. However, instead of heading back to the end of the pool with him, I take him over to the vacuum slide where we get sucked up together. I figure I should help him go on the waterslide even if he is only semi-conscious since he almost died trying to get to it. I wouldn't want all of that to be for nothing!
I woke up all proud of myself for rescuing Don Henley! Then I realized it was only a dream, lol.
Wow! I don't think I'll ever tire of reading about your dreams, Soda. They're so detailed. I could imagine the first one, perfectly - all your worries about The Border! The fact that Glenn was particularly enraged that Felder was telling everyone they didn't sign baseball jerseys was too funny. As was the idea of remastering Airborne to "make it sound good" :hilarious:
A personal thank you for rescuing Don. And an even bigger thank you for the image of him jumping into the water, clad in tight denim, 1975-style. Yummy!