Glad you were entertained, guys, by my bizarre dream. I swear, when that tall, thin red-haired woman slapped me on the back, I was genuinely in fear of my life! I think somewhere along the way I forgot I was in a soap opera! lol
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Glad you were entertained, guys, by my bizarre dream. I swear, when that tall, thin red-haired woman slapped me on the back, I was genuinely in fear of my life! I think somewhere along the way I forgot I was in a soap opera! lol
I love it. You dont need TV or movies, Soda, you have your dreams! they're well worth syndicating. I have a new tag line. "Im far too famous." as in...
"Mommy, will you make me a hot dog?"
"I'm sorry dear, Im far too famous."
LOL!!!!!!
Seems to be we should pool our dreams into a published collection of short stories. Would make for some entertaining reading.
OK guys, seems like Texas is inspiring me. I had another Eagle dream last night - this one featuring Mr. Henley.
In my dream, I was at this small country western club - and it had hay on the floor. I was surrounded by people; it was hugely crowded. Two people were on the dance floor, a black-haired guy and a brown-haired girl, behind podiums answering questions, like a game show. For each question they got right, they got a pitcher of beer. First person to get five pitchers won. I was rooting for the guy, because the girl was already up to four pitchers and he was missing every question - he had nothing.
Then, Don Henley walked in. I thought, "I wonder who he's rooting for?" The girl started missing questions and the guy started catching up, until they were tied. Then, suddenly, Don called an end to it and said he wanted to perform.
Suddenly his backing band appeared behind him and he was hit with a spotlight. I saw that he was wearing a pilot's uniform, but instead of being white with blue stripes it was silver with black stripes. I was amazed, and I thought, "I'd better remember all of this because I'm gonna have to be telling everybody about it afterwards!" He played "I Will Not Go Quietly" and he was really rocking out; his microphone was on a stand but he was tilting the stand all around and looking absolutely fierce.
Suddenly I found myself behind a concession stand serving beers, popcorn, soda (lol) etc. He walked up, now wearing plaid. "Hello!" I cried. I pulled out a beer. "Here you go. I'm so glad you came over!"
He took the beer and replied, "You're such a ladder-climber. I couldn't avoid you even if I wanted to."
"Sure you could," I said. "You didn't have to come over here, after all. Now use that mouth to say nice things."
"I never say mean things," he said defensively.
"Oh, come on, sure you do and you know it," I said. "But you say nice things a lot, too. So be nice."
He rolled his eyes, but said, "OK. I'll tell you what. I'll smile at you." Then he looked right into my eyes and smiled this lazy smile that made him look very sexy.
"Yes, that's great!" I said excitedly. "Thanks!" He just shook his head, chuckling, and left with his beer.
I thought, "Ladder-climber? What's that supposed to mean??" I woke up still wondering, lol.
Nancy, Your dreams are awesome! You are so lucky, I haven't had a Don dream in weeks :hilarious:
Soda, your dreams never fail to give me a good laugh. :hilarious: I like that your dreams are so detailed. Whenever I read these things, I see it in my head as if i'm watching a movie.
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Originally Posted by sodascouts
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Wow Nancy those dreams are fantastic, and so detailed...... Mine only tend to be of very short duration, though I do end up waking with a smile on my face and a lovely warm fuzzy feeling........
The girls are right. You should publish these1
But Soda if you publish your dreams are you going to have to change the names to protect the not so innocent.:eyebrow:
Oh God, please let me be a fly on the wall when someone tells Don to "use that mouth to say nice things" :rofl: You have the best dreams, Soda!
Again, glad I could entertain!
As far as publishing them goes... I think that we only find them interesting because they are about our guys, not because they themselves are that great.
You have such a vivid memory of your dreams! Not everybody has that.
There must be something about Texas. I used to have Eagles dreams once in a blue moon. Now I am having them within days of each other. This one ends badly though. :(
It starts out at this busy Mexican restaurant where you order at a counter and they put your order on the same counter for you to come pick up. I take my time placing my order - “I’d like refried beans and rice and… hmmm….” and everyone is getting impatient with me. Then I realize the Eagles are in line behind me – dressed casually like they were for GA’s show – and I’d better hustle. “OK, I’ll take your grande burrito with fajita steak. And does your queso come with a puff?” The lady at the counter nods. “Good. I’ll take that, too.”
She gives me my number and I go to the seating area to wait. There are no small tables, only several really long tables, cafeteria style. I sit at the end of one. “Wouldn’t it be cool if the Eagles came and sat across from me?” I look towards the ordering area hopefully. They come to sit down… at another table. Timothy has food piled up so high I’m worried it’s going to fall off the tray. “Dang, and he’s so skinny too, wish I could eat like that and never gain weight!”
Then, oddly, my family comes in behind them and sits at a third table. “I can’t believe my own family isn’t sitting with me,” I pout. “Maybe I should move…” then they call my order number. I go to the counter and they’ve messed it all up. They’ve given me enchiladas with the burritos instead of the queso puff. I take the enchiladas, but say, “I’m coming back for that queso puff so you’d better make it quick!”
I take the tray of food very carefully, because I am wearing white jeans and a white top and I don’t want to spill anything on them. I get to the table, but now there are lots of people there. Phew! I sit down and start chatting with them. “Did you guys see that the Eagles are here?” I ask as I’m eating my burrito. Look over there!” I point. As I do so, a big glob of refried beans hits me on my white jeans. “SHOOT! DANG IT!” I cry, jumping up. The glob falls off, leaving a brown stain on my upper thigh above my knee. “I knew this would happen! Well, this isn’t going to keep me from going back and getting my queso puff!” I hear laughter from where the Eagles are but refuse to look at them, hurrying back to the counter for my puff.
When I come back, instead of sitting at my own table, I bring my queso puff to the Eagles table and sit down across from them. They act like it’s the most natural thing in the world but don’t talk to me. They are talking to each other and I think, “I need to take notes so I don’t forget what the Eagles are saying.” I whip out a piece of paper and a pencil from somewhere and start writing down notes about what they are saying. They don’t seem to mind. I can hear Don whispering to Joe about the band’s plans. “This is great stuff,” I think.
Don glances down at my pad and nods approvingly at what I’ve written. “You take good notes,” he says. “You’ve got all the important points down in a well-organized fashion. Well done.” I draw myself up proudly at his compliment. Sadly, now, I can’t remember what he said to Joe!
Then Glenn gets up. “I’ve got some errands to run. You can come along,” he says to me.
I grab my note pad to write down anything else interesting he says. The next thing I know we’re at an old fashioned album store, with racks and racks of LPs. My note pad is gone. I start grabbing all these obscure albums – “Oh, Stevie Nicks sang backup on one of the songs here, I’m gonna buy it,” or “Joe Walsh plays guitar on this song from this soundtrack, I’m gonna buy it.”
I do this several times then steal a glance at Glenn to see if he realizes just how interested I am in obtaining all the musical endeavors of each Eagle and if he minds that I am buying Fleetwood Mac stuff too, but he is talking to some lady and her daughter. The lady is white-haired with this bouffant hairdo and looks old enough to be Glenn’s mom. She’s got this electric blue dress on and a big floral shawl like some older ladies wear. The girl has short black hair and looks my age. Meanwhile I am absolutely piled down with albums. I struggle up to where Glenn and the women are. “Nancy, I’d like you to meet my friends,” Glenn says. “You can hang out with the daughter while I hang out with her mother.”
Part of me is excited that I get to meet Glenn’s friends. Another part of me is thinking “Geez, am I getting passed off here? I don’t even know their names.”
Next thing I know we’re at the lady’s house and I’m sitting on the couch talking to her daughter while she’s off with Glenn in another room. The couch is that white vinyl material that went out of fashion like 30 years ago and that you stick to when you get hot. “I’m sorry Glenn dumped me on you,” I tell her mournfully.
“No, it’s not that, he likes you. But I think we have a lot in common,” the girl says. She tells me she wants to write a book about all the adventures she and her mom have had. “I just can’t think of a title.”
I say, “That’s nice,” but I wonder what they could have done that would be so interesting. The mom seems kind of weird to me, although I can’t put my finger on why. I guess they are going to make up stuff. “So is this gonna be fiction then?”
She looks surprised. “No, non-fiction. We’ve had lots of experiences.”
“Of course,” I say, embarrassed.
“Let me get you a snack,” she says suddenly, and we go into a kitchen where there is a plate of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. She hands me one. I take a bite. “These are really good!” I say. She thanks me. I have an idea. “I know – you could name your book ‘Grilled Ham and Cheese Sandwiches’!”
“That’s a great idea!” The mother says, who appears in the doorway. “Excuse me, girls. I’m getting some of these sandwiches for Glenn.” She grabs a whole plate and takes them off.
“I guess he likes them too,” I think, then wonder if we came here to get those. They were really good.
The daughter and I talk some more. She tells me she lives with her mom but she hates it and she will move out as soon as she makes enough money off of her book. She says her mom is really bossy and controlling. I’m thinking “Then why do you want to write a book about what you do with her? But I guess since she is Glenn’s friend she must have done something interesting.” Out loud, I tell her, “I know other people who have done that so hopefully you will too.” She asks me about the other people I know who have done this and I can only think of one, but luckily I don’t have to talk too much because she decides that she wants to go see what her mom is doing with Glenn.
“Good deal!” I say, because I’ve been wondering too.
They’re sitting at a long wooden table in what I guess is the dining room, eating hamburgers. But get this…. the mom is using a rolled up dollar bill to dip into her ketchup and spread it on her burger and french fries. “Must be nice to be so rich you can eat with money,” I say under my breath, but Glenn looks up and raises an eyebrow at me. He heard! I realize that was the wrong thing to say, since Glenn is probably 1000x richer than that lady. “Um, we were just checking on you, we gotta go,” I say hastily, pulling the girl back out. We go sit on the couch some more but we’ve run out of things to say. We just sit there.
Suddenly a friend from college shows up. She’s got really short hair and has glasses. “Hey, I thought you were in Texas,” I say, surprised. “That didn’t work out,” she replies. “Too bad,” I say, and then she disappears again. I feel sorry for her because I know how badly she wanted to live in Texas, but I don’t find the whole episode abnormal in any way.
I tell the girl about my friend’s situation – her husband has a job in Texas and she wants a job there too – and then Glenn comes back out. “It’s time to go, Nancy!”
I’m secretly relieved because I was getting bored with Glenn’s weird friends. I mean, eating with a dollar bill? Come on! I say goodbye to the girl and her mother, grab my albums which are REALLY heavy, and get into Glenn’s car. His car is a white Oldsmobile station wagon from the mid-70s, for some reason. It is in mint condition but it doesn’t exactly scream “GLENN FREY” to me.
Anyway, I’d be happy if I never saw Glenn’s friends again, honestly. I’m ready to go home. But instead of taking me home, he pulls up to some other house. I have no idea what’s going on, or where this place is. I don’t want to get out of the car there. “Why aren’t you taking me home?”
He looks shocked that I want to go home. “You can’t go home now. You’ve got to help that girl and her mother. Aren’t you going to do something?”
I didn’t even know they needed help, but I’m defensive. “Well, aren’t YOU going to do something? And you can’t say ‘just get out a chest of gold’ because I don’t have one.”
“That’s different. I’m a busy man. You have nothing important to do. It’s not my fault you don’t have any chest of gold that you can give instead of working for them. Now you’d better get busy,” Glenn snaps.
“Hey, I got lotsa ‘portant thangs to do! This itn’t fair!” I yell at him angrily. I realize I am suddenly talking with a thick Texas accent.
And what’s weirder – GLENN IS TOO. “Nancy, don’t you be kickin’ up a holler ‘bout this. I’m fixin’ to get cussin’ mad!” He is glaring at me.
I’m getting upset, too. “You cain’t be serious! Heck, that woman dips money in burger fixins! She dutn’t need a dang thang from me!” I am absolutely disgusted. “You sure got some nerve, talkin’ to me that way! I’ve half a mind to slap ya so hard yer clothes’ll be outta style when ya stop rollin’!”
Then I woke up feeling really upset about the fight. Boo!
Wow, Nancy, Have you ever thought about putting your dreams in a book? They'd be a great read :hilarious:
Sorry about the fight with Glenn, though, I know I would never want to fight with him :fear:
That was one crazy trip! I've literally been sitting here with tears rolling down my cheeks. By the 'Texas accents' part, I was a goner! It's the way you tell 'em. :rofl:
My gosh Nancy, how many scenes do your dreams have!!??!! (And I've noticed that you always have good food in your dreams too!) :thumbsup:
I really wish somebody would try to analyze this. I wouldn't know where to start with this one!
Your dream made me hungry. I'm chowing on wheat thins and hummus now!
I rarely dream that vividly and when I do, I get mad... mainly because it means I'm not sleeping well. I do get a kick out others dreams though.
I love that Tim had so much food on his plate... you must be channeling him to gain some weight!:hilarious: I would have loved for you to slap Glenn, that would have been interesting. :)
Good grief Soda! I rarely dream. :-x
The Texas accents had me rolling!!! And Timmy must of piled the food on for me also!:hilarious:
I don't think anybody could make sense of these! :crazy:Quote:
Originally Posted by Prettymaid
OMG, Soda, tooooo funny when you write with your thick Texas accent!!! Are y'all tryin' to say that you'se just too famous with your 'portent thangs to do to help out an ol' bud like Glenn:?: Hogwarsh:!:
Now, that's just wrong! Poor Glenn would be so upset if he wasn't stylin'!Quote:
I’ve half a mind to slap ya so hard yer clothes’ll be outta style when ya stop rollin’!”
That dream was too funny. I can just see Soda now giving Glenn a piece of her mind like that. NOT! :wink:
LOL, something like that, evet!
Well, perhaps I would exercise a tad more tact. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Ive always been a dreamer
I used to have such weird dreams that I bought a book "The Dictionary of Dreams" but it didn't help much. I tried to look up food but it doesn't have a listing so It's no help for your dreams either.
I've tried to do the dream analysis thing and it doesn't seem to work for me. For instance, I had the color white show up three times in that dream, so I looked it up. They say - white=purity. I could've guessed that. But it doesn't make any sense in the context. It's too bad because I would really like to know what all of my EXTREMELY bizarre dreams mean, especially with regard to the Eagles. The ones from this thread alone:
1 ) I attempt to steal Glenn's pets from the French Embassy
2 ) Joe dies and I have to identify his body and inform his friends and family
3 ) Joe and I hang out at the Vice President's house after watching a children's recital
4 ) I go to a meet'n'greet, get dissed by fans, but spot Glenn and sneak off to hang with him, where he presents me with appetizers
5 ) I perform as an Eagle, but I forget how to play the guitar
6 ) I gossip with Don about Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham over salad at a restaurant
7 ) I see the Eagles perform at a small theater in Purdue, then get taken to Glenn's house via ambulance
8 ) Glenn and I play ourselves on an action-packed episode of General Hospital
9 ) I see Don at a Country Western Club, give him a beer, and tell him to "be nice"
10 ) The above dream about seeing the Eagles in a Mexican restaurant, going to see Glenn's weird friends, and fighting with him
Too bizarre for words. No dream analysis site can help me with these. At least, none that I can see. Perhaps others would have better luck but I have had none.... except for feeling a bit crazy.
Death in dreams usually means letting go of some issue in your life and looking forward to something new.
Food represents pleasure and indulgence. Ancient Greeks believed food represented sexual thoughts. :)
Fighting is said to represent conflict w/in yourself.
Don't forget -you were drugged while being transported! That's gotta have some significance.
I've literally just remembered that I had an Eagles dream last night. It was pretty short, but here goes...
I was sitting on the windowsill of my room, looking out over the car park, watching some kids playing basketball with Joe. He was wearing his black top from F1 and looked exactly how he does in that DVD, although he had baggy bright yellow cargo pants on, that actually looked kind of cool given the context of my dream! He seemed really sweet and the teenage boys loved having him there - they were having a lot of fun. Anyway, while they had a break, Joe came over and sat next to me. I didn't really know him but we started chatting. He was very interested in the monarchy (the Queen inparticular), and he asked me if there were any beaches nearby, because he was thinking of going to one later, as it looked like it was going to be a nice evening. I wasn't quite sure if he was trying to ask me if I'd like to go with him.
I didn't get the chance to find out though, because Don walked over at that moment. I don't think I knew him in my dream, but he bummed a cigarette from me (I don't smoke) and stayed there while he lit it. He had this kind of 'cool kid at school' vibe about him and I felt a bit awkward. He was kind of arrogant and aloof. I just stared at him because he didn't light his cigarette in the normal way - he took out a battery, struck the match against the end of the battery, and put the battery to the cigarette. He had a bit of trouble at first, but after a few goes, to my surprise, it worked. He took a drag, grinned and winked at me, and then rode off on a little BMX bike. Joe laughed, shook his head, and mumbled "Poser."
Random.
Huh?? That's not the normal way on your side of the Pond??
Troub, I can completely analyze your dream. It's simple - you've decided that you like Joe better than Don! :nahnah:
Nice try, PM ;) Mr. Henley's not getting rid of me that easily!
I had a horrible, HORRIBLE dream involving one of the guys the other night. I don't even want to post it because I'd be afraid it would happen! lol I woke up about in tears....I'll just say that! But on the other hand, it was very strange as well. Darn dreams. Sometimes I'd just like to sleep in peace lol
A few days before I saw the guys on the 4th July in Glasgow, I had been watching the Wimbledon tennis with a friend. That night, I dreamed the guys came out on stage dressed in white shorts and T-shirts! I remember waking up laughing, but thinking it was nice of them to honor the British tennis players that way.
LOL, Carla! Now those are some pictures I'd love to see.
I had a short but sweet dream last night. I was waiting at the bus station in town with some friends, when we spotted Linda Ronstadt walking by. I remembered that it was her 63rd birthday (TBF had posted about it that day in Rock 'n' Roll Birthdays!) and I started nudging my friends in excitement. She was holding a bodyguard's arm and she looked amazing. Her hair was short, but other than that, she looked exactly as she did in the early '70s. She noticed my excitement and actually wandered over to say hello. She was so sweet and offered to pose for a couple of photos with us, being really patient when I couldn't work out how to use my camera properly (duh). I gained more confidence and started to talk to her about how much I loved her music and how envious I was of her working with the Eagles when they were younger. She laughed and was like "Oh, you're a fan?" I said yes, and mentioned how much I loved Don Henley, and she leaned closer and said "Well, honey, I can tell ya... he would've loved you too." The grin didn't leave my face as she walked away. And it pretty much remained most of the morning, too :mrgreen:
Carla and Lou--those are great!!!! I want to dream! :roll:
Wonderful dreams Carla and Lou!
Both are great dreams!
You guys crack me up with these dreams. To be quite honest, I'd give up a night of restful sleep for just one nocturnal adventure with TBS. I must be doing something wrong! :-(
I'm with you Cynd. What I wouldn't give to have a hot dream about Glenn! (or any dream about Glenn (or Don or Joe or Timothy)):nahnah:Quote:
You guys crack me up with these dreams. To be quite honest, I'd give up a night of restful sleep for just one nocturnal adventure with TBS. I must be doing something wrong!
Dang, Stars and Troub, can I trade in my crazy dreams for your hot ones?
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