Re: Dreaming of the Eagles
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sodascouts
I had insomnia last night and passed the time by writing long-winded posts very few people wanted to read!
Since when have you posted something few people wanted to read? I noticed there are no social groups on here... we could create a Long-Winded Soda Society? Just a thought.
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sodascouts
Glenn Frey! He recognizes me and starts walking with me.
Are you by any chance the Girl from Yesterday?
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sodascouts
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!
I kill bugs!
(small voice)...Actually no, I don't; I escort them outdoors, but that's not the point.
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sodascouts
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!
Hahaha I just had a flash of Love Actually - "I don't want to die saving some ---- my grandmother could've written." I'm glad you got him to the waterslide. Congratulations on your rescue and thanks for sharing! I'm going to read To the Limit tonight before bed and attempt to induce an Eagles dream.
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Ta-Dah! I did it!
The Long-Winded Soda Society, to evidence our appreciation of your lengthy posts. Open invitation to all! C'mon, people; off your butts! Let's go! Hup!
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:hilarious: I actually do the same thing ABM I physically take the roaches out on the porch.
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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.
:rofl:Of course the most nonsensical part is the funniest to me!
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AmarilloByMorning
Ta-Dah! I did it!
The Long-Winded Soda Society, to evidence our appreciation of your lengthy posts. Open invitation to all! C'mon, people; off your butts! Let's go! Hup!
I'm thinking this could backfire...
But thanks for the compliment. ;)
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Prettymaid
:rofl:Of course the most nonsensical part is the funniest to me!
The part I skipped over involved my attempt to release the baby doll pets and the bizarre nonsensical consequences!
Thanks for the replies, folks. It is interesting what parts people like the best! I can certainly understand Troub's appreciation of wet Don. I appreciated it too but refrained from adding commentary on how hot Don was with the rivulets of water streaming down his face, neck, chest... ahem, but I digress. ;)
As for being the Girl from Yesterday... I have NEVER gazed at my phone hoping a guy would call back! :lie:
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Soda,I like your dreams, they are never boring and they are always crazy! :partytime:
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Glad you rescued Don so he can help Glenn with the money issues! :hilarious: To funny!! But I need to know---were you able to release the baby doll pets? You can't just leave that kind of stuff out!
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OK TBF, it's actually pretty short and boring - here it is!:
Now when I first see these things tethered to the chairs, I think they are really babies! I'm horrified and I think that I have to rescue them. There is an empty folding chair. I go up to the circle and sit in it. I think I'll pretend to be a Felder fan and wait for my opportunity to grab one of the babies.
An old lady is nearest to me. I lean over discreetly and start untying the tether. I get the tether of one of them completely untied and pick it up. I jump up from my chair ready to take off.
The lady sees me and snaps at me, “What are you doing with my pet?”
“I thought it was a baby,” I protest. Now when I look more closely I can see that it really isn't a baby. It's more like a baby doll with legs and a tail. I realize it's a pet after all.
I haven't seen this kind of pet before and I'm kind of freaked out, but hey, I have a cat and if these are their pets then these are their pets! I apologize.
She glares at me and says ,"Put my pet back and go get our small wooden boxes from the back.” The pet barks at me. He apparently wants to be put down. I feel pretty foolish.
I re-tie the tether and then obediently go to get the wooden boxes from a nearby back room. It's like a dark storage room and the boxes are on a shelf. I open one of them and see that they contain playing cards.
When I close the mean lady's box, I notice it is scratched on the top. She'll blame me, I think. She already hates me. It'll get ugly.
I bring the box out to her, dreading what she will say. I also bring out a couple boxes for the other ladies in the circle.
When she gets it, she takes a look at it. She sees the scratch. She quickly hides the scratch with her hand and says to another lady in the circle, “Why don’t you trade boxes with me? Then you won’t have to wait as long for your box - you won't have to wait for this person to go get it.”
I realize she's trying to trick the other lady into taking her scratched box so she can have one that isn't scratched.
I’m half relieved, half-disapproving, but I don’t go back to get any other boxes. I'm not going to enable her to trick the others! They can go get their own boxes while Felder is busy with the others! Screw this!
I take off and go towards where Glenn is...
[and we get back to our original story]
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I dreamed last night that I was invited to a dinner party by Soda. It was in a beautiful apartment in the city, and there was only about four or five guests - the only people I can remember are me, Soda, Cathy (PM) and Don Henley, although there were a couple of other random people there. Soda kind of knew Don, through university lectures she had done/attended, and she had invited him without telling me. When he walked through the door, my jaw nearly hit the ground! Nancy and Cathy just stood there grinning at me. I was terrified, but Cathy spent the night reassuring me that he was really quite nice, and that I should just bite the bullet and talk to him. Eventually, after a few glasses of wine, I wandered over and introduced myself. I ended up sitting at his feet, chatting. I can't remember anything about the conversation - but he was chuckling a lot! He was very polite and easy-going. He was circa Inside Job era, and he was in a dark blue shirt and cream trousers. Soda was the perfect host - very chatty, bubbly, gregarious - and she made everyone feel at ease. (I swear this came from reading the 'extrovert' post! LOL.) The last bit I remember, I wandered into the kitchen to get another drink (I probably needed it!) and decided to help Cathy with the washing up, as Nancy was kneeling by her stereo in the living room, playing one of her new favourite records to Don. He was laughing good-naturedly at her enthusiasm, while Cathy mentioned that the last time Nancy held a 'gathering' like this, everyone ended up across the road at this exclusive jazz bar. Unfortunately we never made the jazz bar, but I woke up with a smile on my face!
