I don't dream much and when I do, they are pretty tame compared to some people here, with the exception of the whole Jimmy Buffet one I had quite awhile back. That one was pretty strange.
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I don't dream much and when I do, they are pretty tame compared to some people here, with the exception of the whole Jimmy Buffet one I had quite awhile back. That one was pretty strange.
I don't remember dreams often, but when I do remember any they are never about the Eagles :-( and I usually have been on "The Border", watching a video or listening to their music just before going to bed. Sometimes I even take my iPod to bed with me and fall asleep listening to them. I don't know what more I can do :shrug:.
I don't normally have weird or crazy dreams either but every now and then one just pops out of nowhere and doesn't make ANY sense at all. lol Like that one I had a while ago with Timmy in the milk truck. LOL
I don't dream alot or just don't remember most of them by the time I wake up. When I do dream it's usually repetitive. It would be nice if this were a new trend for my night time slumber. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by GlennLover
I admire your dedication, GL! Maybe we can combine your ipod idea with PM's Eagles dream elixir idea and come up with some magic potion! :lol:
Great idea, Dreamer!:laugh: Surely that would work!
My dream from last night:
I sat with my family and friends in the garden but it was not our but he looked like PM's!
When I heard quiet music, I turned and saw our guys in the rear garden and playing guitar.
They played all my favorite songs! Then Glenn winked at me and said this song is just for you!
Unfortunately I do not know what song because at this moment I woke up, damned!
Sounds like a great start, Koala. Shame you woke up before you got to the really good stuff!
I had a dream last night about Lisa (GA) and myself flying out to Florida to see the guys in concert. I can't remember too much, except that it was a nightmare journey and, at one point, we found ourselves in a small, dingy town somewhere during a layover, anxious about making it to the venue in time. Carla (Stars) was there too, although she was blonde with large hoop earrings - I've seen a picture of her, so I know she looks nothing like my dream! lol. Anyway, we made it to the venue in time and Lisa and I were up dancing at the front, right in front of Glenn. He kept giving her LOADS of attention, and everytime he smiled or winked at her, she'd grab my arm and scream. (Probably not too far from reality!) ;) That's about all I can remember - but it gave me a chuckle when I woke up.
No Lou! Remember, it actually happened! (I wish...... :pray:)
What a dream!!
Yes Koala, it's true. The guys flew back here for one night and set up in my secret garden and played some songs --- NOW I AM DREAMING!!! :hilarious:Quote:
Originally Posted by Koala
Nice dream, Troub.
It really is a shame that I do not know what song Glenn just wanted to sing for me. I think it was certainly The Allnighter!!!!
Yes, it must have been the Allnighter! :thumbsup:
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Originally Posted by Ive always been a dreamer
Now I wonder if we could figure out a way to use that magic potion to make these dreams come true. :hmm:
Oh my gosh, I had an amazing Eagles dream last night!
I dreamt that I was going to see the Eagles at a small theater at Purdue! When I say small, I mean SMALL. The theater maybe had about 200 seats. When I got there, I saw that I knew lots of people. Many of my Purdue friends were there, as well as TimothyBFan and PrettyMaid. Also, three of my cousins walked in and sat down next to me.
Astonishingly, though, the place wasn't even full. There were only 60 people, maybe. "Hmm, maybe they saturated the market around here. I hope this doesn't keep them from coming back," I thought. Anyway, I settled in, but when the Eagles came out, Tim said, "Since there's so few of us here, why don't you all come up here and tell us about yourselves."
The stage was low and you only had to climb three steps to get up to it. One by one, everyone went up to the stage and told a little bit about themselves in the microphone. To my horror, several of my friends and my cousins started telling embarrassing stories on me. By the time I got up there, I was so embarrassed, I was ready to die! But then Glenn waved. "Hi Nancy!" He said cheerily. I beamed, said, "Hi," and then got offstage and sat back down again.
I don't remember the show, but after the encore, Glenn signaled to me to come back up to the stage. "I really thought you handled that story-telling session well. Follow me," he said, and took my hand. He led me outside and I realized we were going to where the vehicles were. Right before we got to the area, he stopped and kissed me on the cheek. He started to go again, but I said "Hold up" and kissed HIM on the cheek. "I'm so glad you guys came back to Indiana!" I said happily as we continued moving again.
He led me to what looked like a van, but when we got inside - it had the trappings of an ambulance! "Get on the gurney," Glenn instructed me.
"Why?" I asked. Then I saw his tour manager Tommy Nixon getting out one of those anaesthesia masks. "WHAT???" I started freaking out.
"We don't want anyone to know where we're going," Glenn explained.
"I promise I won't tell!" I cried. I really hated the thought of "going under." "I'll keep my eyes closed..."
Glenn looked in my eyes and told me sternly, "Nancy, I asked you to do it."
"OK, OK," I said unhappily and grudgingly obliged. I got "gassed" and the next thing I knew I was on a soft brown couch in a mahogany-paneled living room and no one else was around. The living room was huge with all this cool stuff in it and I knew I must be in Glenn's house.
I didn't see anybody, and I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to get in trouble by going somewhere I wasn't supposed to go, so I just stayed where I was and waited for someone to come get me. As I did, I thought "Dang, how lucky am I" and just started grinning widely. I woke up with that grin still on my face!
Well at least I'm in somebody else's dream - I can't seem to 'dream them up' myself!
Nancy, the part where you tell Glenn to hold up and you kiss him on the cheek means that you wish you could be more direct with him and not so shy the times that you've met him. How am I doing so far?
This actaully cracked me up! Because honestly, I could see me not wanting to do something, but if "an Eagle" sternly said, "I asked you to do it"... I'd probably be like, "Ok, Ok, fine... whatever". :hilarious:Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
That was funny!
A wee bit disturbing that they are drugging you to take you somewhere :hilarious:. The makings of a movie once again me thinks!
Are you kidding? If an Eagle wanted to drug ME in order to take me someplace secret I'd grab the mask and do it myself with one caviat:
WAKE ME THE INSTANT WE GET THERE! :lol:
Great dream! Although, was it being in Glenn's house or the drugs that made you grin so much? ;)
Sounds about right!Quote:
Originally Posted by Prettymaid
Also, I've always been VERY nervous about being anaesthetized almost to the degree of phobia so that probably had something to do with that element of the dream!
Whew! What a cool dream Nancy! I'm not sure about being drugged to go somewhere else though. Strange!
At least you're dreaming! I don't dream much. That I remember anyway!
Well, Nanc, at least you got to kiss Glenn on the cheek, even if it were a dream! Now, I am shocked that Glenn felt it was necessary to drug you to avoid revealing the location of his home. Dang, hasn't the man ever heard of blindfolds!!! :rofl: :rofl:
Great dream Nancy! I wouldn't mind Glenn :heart: gassing me either!!
nice dreams, i would of had problems with being gassed too, maybe he didn't want to use a blindfold cause he was paranoid of you counting turns?
i wish i could remember some of my dreams.
Well, those of you who have read this thread know that my dreams usually have no real logic to them whatsoever. So, the whole gurney/anaethesia bit was just one more nonsensical element!
I was sitting on the edge of my seat reading your dream soda. Especially when the ambulance part started. Now maybe you'll go to sleep and dream the rest of it tonight.
You kissed him on the cheek? Okay Soda, I realize that this was a dream but you should've gone all out and went in for the big kiss on the lips.Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
I have one, finally! ( I had one a few weeks ago, that I remembered when I woke but, but forgot shortly afterwards.) Ok, so all the guys are on stage and Glenn walks over to Timothy and says something. Timothy walks to the mic and says, for the past twenty or so years Glenn has song this song, but tonight he has a cold and doesn’t feel he can do it justice. Before Glenn sang it, it was preformed by Randy Meisner. I hope you all enjoy this and forgive me if it isn’t perfect as this is my first time singing it….All alone at the end of the evening, and the bright lights have faded to blue.
Then I woke up!
Too funny, Ltlh! I remember back when I saw the Eagles for the first time since the '70's in 2002 and Glenn did TITTL and thought "I wonder why they don't have Tim sing this song?" :lol:
You know, I've thought about that several times over the many many years! It just seems like that is an Eagles tune that would of better suited Tim's voice IMHO, some might disagree tho. I've always liked Randy's version better than Glenn's (SORRY!) but I wonder if I would change my mind if Tim had sung it in Randy's place. And I also wonder what goes into making the decisions on who sings what songs. Hmmm---a possible new topic thread for discussion?Quote:
Originally Posted by Brooke
This subject has, indeed, been discussed on the board numerous times, but oddly enough, I don't think there was ever actually a thread about it. Consider that fixed. I'm gonna start a TITTL thread right now.Quote:
Originally Posted by TimothyBFan
I dreamed that the Eagles were giving a public performance from a hotel balcony overlooking the liffey. Don was singing ASWTDID. I looked to my left and there was Glenn :heart:. he was busy changing into his fuschia shirt! Unfortunately at that stage I woke up!
Your unconscious probably couldn't handle the hotness! Although, I'm disappointed Glenn wasn't dancing during ASWTDID. Unless, of course, he'd been dancing shirtless... :heybaby:
With that suggestion in my brain, surely I'll have a Glenn dream tonight :partytime:!Quote:
Your unconscious probably couldn't handle the hotness! Although, I'm disappointed Glenn wasn't dancing during ASWTDID. Unless, of course, he'd been dancing shirtless...
This is my most elaborate Glenn dream yet. It's so elaborate and lengthy that it might get a bit dull to read it all, so here's the gist:
Glenn Frey and I play ourselves on the soap opera General Hospital in a plot full of intrigue! While nonsensical elements creep in, all in all, it’s one of the most cohesive dreams I’ve ever had!
The details: My dream starts off with me driving along the highway (probably inspired by the mammoth amount of driving I have been doing over the last few days). I see a highway sign for Port Charles, the fictional city where General Hospital is set. I get excited. "I can't wait to be a part of the story," I think. "Although it's a shame a lot of my favorite characters are gone or have been changed. But at least Glenn Frey will also be guest starring!"
I reach a parking lot and pull in, where I see Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan speaking with each other and looking troubled. "What's the matter?" I ask.
"A group has taken over the city and is imprisoning anyone who doesn't go along with their plans," Sonny says. "I'll drive you to where they're headquartered." We leave Jason in the parking lot.
As we are in the car, Sonny drives pretty recklessly but I keep my mouth shut. However, he gets pulled over by a cop whom I don't recognize. "That's one of them," Sonny mutters as the cop walks up. "They pretend to be upstanding citizens - the mayor, the city council, cops - but they've kidnapped and imprisoned the real mayor and cops!" Before Sonny can say more, the cop comes to the car. He demands Sonny get out of the car and without another word, handcuffs him. He peers in at me. "Who's this?"
"She's new in town," Sonny replies. "I was giving her a ride. I just picked her up."
"Oh!" The cop smiles widely. "Welcome to Port Charles! If you need a ride, I'll be happy to give you one in the police car. The mayor likes to greet all new visitors personally." Sonny looks at me meaningfully as he's pushed into the backseat of the car. Then, the policeman very politely escorts me to the front seat and I get in.
We drive up to city hall. I see a lot of people I don’t recognize milling about. The policeman gets out of the car. “I’ll be just a moment after I take care of Corinthos,” he says.
As he goes around the car, Sonny quickly says, “Those are all the townspeople who are going along with the takeover. They do whatever they’re told. The latest instruction is that everyone has to have two names. But down in the basement is where everyone else is getting put, in a cage…” he can’t say more as the policemen opens the backdoor and hauls him away.
My mind starts racing. I obviously have to find this cage and free everyone. But how to do it? Then the police car door is opened by a tall redheaded woman with a LOT of makeup on. “Hello, I’m the mayor. Come with me to city hall and I’ll introduce you to the important people of the town.”
I follow her into city hall. She takes me into a large cafeteria full of people. Sitting at one of the tables in the far corner is none other than Glenn Frey. “Is that Glenn Frey?” I ask her.
“Yes, it is. He’s running for Congress and he’s here to drum up some votes.” She frowns. “But he doesn’t want to be bothered. You stay away from him.” She points to a chair near the door. “You stay right here. I’ll be right back.” Then she leaves the cafeteria.
I know the mayor is fake and evil, and I also know that it makes no sense for Glenn Frey to be isolating himself if indeed he is in town to get votes for a political campaign! Obviously, the woman wants to keep us apart so we don’t start talking about the weird things in town and mess up their plans. I make my way through the crowd to Glenn’s table. He’s being talked to by a heavy-set, middle-aged blonde woman who also is heavily made-up. She looks at me suspiciously, but then Glenn sees me, smiles, and says, “Hi, sit down! I’m Glenn Frey and I’m running for Congress.”
“Yeah, I know,” I answer. “Glenn, I need to talk to you – privately.” The blonde woman glares at us, but as Glenn says “Yes,” there’s little she can do. She moves away and I can see she’s going out the same door as the mayor – probably to report us. We have little time. “Glenn, something horrible is going on here. All the people in charge are fakes, and all these other people walking around are all going along with it because they’re scared. The rest of the townspeople are imprisoned in the basement!”
“I knew something weird was going on,” Glenn whispers. “We have to figure out how to help them!”
Just then, the mayor comes back in, with the blonde woman behind her. “Don’t bother talking to this troublemaker, Glenn,” she says sharply. Her face darkens ominously. “We’re going to take care of her, don’t worry.”
“Actually, I’m Glenn’s personal assistant,” I quickly volunteer.
Glenn nods. “Yes. I just hired her.”
“I see,” the mayor replies coldly. She pulls the blonde woman aside and starts whispering. I lean forward and I hear, “We have to stop her and get her away from Glenn Frey before she ruins everything. Once you get her away from him, kill her.”
I gulp and turn to Glenn. “They’re going to try to separate us and kill me!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let them,” Glenn says. “They won’t hurt me. I’m too famous.”
The women return. “Come with us into my office, Mr. Frey. We have to talk with you in private on some top-secret political business. I’m afraid your assistant won’t be able to join us.”
“I don’t go anywhere without my personal assistant,” Glenn declares authoritatively.
The women look at each other and frown. “Well… alright then,” the mayor says, and motions for us to follow her into the office, which looks suspiciously like the police chief’s office. I bet she stole it from the police chief who’s now locked in the basement, I think.
As are about to walk in the office, a thin blonde woman hurries over – one of the townspeople. “I’ve decided on my second name. It’s….”
“Pathetic,” I spit. “Think for yourself, why don’t you. You disgust me, you lame coward.” She gasps, then runs off crying. I feel really guilty because I realize she’s just scared of getting put in the basement.
The mayor snaps, “When she said second name, she just meant she’s changing her last name. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Of course, I know the real story – that the fake mayor and her cronies are making everyone invent a second name for some reason.
Once in the office, the mayor completely ignores me and just talks to Glenn. “We can’t wait to show you around the city. We can arrange a campaign rally for you…”
That’s when I see it – a key on her desk. I instinctively know it’s the key to set the people of Port Charles free. As she talks to Glenn, I surreptitiously move to the desk, grab the key, and slip it in my pocket. No one sees me. Then, I go stand beside Glenn. The mayor glares at me, but she can’t say anything because she doesn’t want to upset Glenn. “It’s such an honor to have you here,” she says to him in a sweet voice. “And perhaps you can invite your friend Don Henley to come see our beautiful city, too.”
Oh no, I think. She wants to get all of the Eagles here and do who knows what to them!
“Yeah, that’s a great idea,” Glenn says, to my horror. “I’ll call Don tonight.”
“Follow me,” she orders again. “We’re going downtown.” As passes me to open the door, she thumps me hard on the back. “SO nice to have you here.”
“Ow!” I cry. Once she gets far enough ahead of us, I say quickly to Glenn, “Check my back to make sure she didn’t stick some poison dart in there or something when she thumped me on the back!”
We both stop and he peers at my back. “I don’t see anything.”
“Look carefully – it could be a really small hole!” I cry.
He looks again. “I don’t see anything. Besides, wouldn’t you feel it?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I say nervously. I kind of shake my shoulders and don’t feel anything except my bra, so I relax a bit. I lean closer and whisper, “You’re not really going to invite Don Henley down here, are you??”
“He could bring help,” Glenn whispers back.
“He could also get captured!” I say.
“No, we’re too famous. No one can hurt us,” Glenn declares.
“Not if they get desperate and know you’re on to them,” I warn. “They could arrange an ‘accident.’”
“Don’t worry about me and Don,” Glenn says confidently. “We’ll take care of all of this. We’ll fix everything.”
I’m thinking he is being way too overconfident – we are alone with people who have no compunction about killing! Then, I spot it – the door to the basement. Before Glenn can say another word, I grab his hand and pull him to the door, throw it open, and pull him inside, slamming the door shut behind us. “We’ve gotta move fast! The mayor is going to be right on our heels! But I got the key from her office and we can release everyone!”
“You go unlock the cages. I’ll block the door,” Glenn orders. We can already hear the mayor turning the knob and the door cracks open. Glenn throws himself against the door and slams it shut again. We can hear her calling for help. “Hurry!” Glenn cries as he presses himself against the door to hold it shut.
I run down the stairs and see a whole LINE of padlocked cages filled with people! I go to the first one and unlock the padlock, then open the door. People start running out, except one little girl in the back with a black puppy by her side. She looks about six. She is too scared to come out.
I reach in, grab the puppy, pull him out and say “Your doggie wants his mommy to come out. He’s scared.” The little girl runs out of the cage to be with the puppy and I slam the door shut of the now-empty cage. “Go upstairs and help Glenn Frey ward off the mayor and her crew! He needs your help!” I cry to all the now-free people running around the basement.
Then, I woke up.
Whew!
OMG, I have tears in my eyes! That was hilarious! "I'm too famous"... and the poison dart... OMG... so funny!:hilarious:
:shock: Ok--I wish I had vivid dreams like that ....but then again maybe not! ;)
That was something! Super Don and Super Glenn to the rescue of the townspeople and defeat the villians! :hilarious: I'm telling you, write these down and sell them!
Oh good grief - that is tooooo much. I don't even know where to begin trying to analyze this one. I wonder how in the world Glenn got from inspiring the lead character for the movie "Almost Famous" to being "I'm Too Famous"!!! :lol:
Okay Soda, I've just finished speaking to the General Hospital people and they want you to report to them with your script ASAP! :hilarious:
Awwww! Soda! That was so entertaining. It was brilliant! I loved reading it.
I dreamed about them again last night. 3 nights in a row!!