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Was it Cathy or Prettymaid? :hilarious:
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Originally Posted by Peekaboo
Was it Cathy or Prettymaid? :hilarious:
Okay, it was me! :bye:
I realized looking at this thread that I never recounted my Civil War movie dream! I think I might have forgotten some elements - for instance, I think in my dream the movie was longer - but here goes.
I am sitting in the front row of the balcony getting ready to watch an Eagles concert. Glenn comes out onto the stage and goes to the microphone, but none of the Eagles are with him, nor is any of the backup band. What's going on? I think.
Glenn starts to speak. "I'm sorry folks, Don Henley isn't well enough to perform tonight."
"What?!" we all gasp.
"We can't go on without him," Glenn continues, "so we've decided to show you a film Don made several years ago instead." As he speaks, a huge screen slowly descends behind him and the lights start to dim as he walks offstage.
"Oh my gosh, this is so bogus!" I cry. I start to pout. "Can't they, like, bring him out on a stretcher or something? They could prop him up, bring a bucket for him to puke in if need be...The other guys could take over his leads and he could just kind of croak out the harmonies...I wanna see a show!"
"That's not very nice," Glenn says as he suddenly appears on the seat next to me.
Shoot, he heard me, I think, mortified. "I was just kidding of course!" I look over Glenn's shoulder and see Don being carried down the stairs towards us - in a stretcher! "Wow, I didn't know he would need a stretcher for real!" I feel awful. "Don't tell Don about my little joke, OK?" I ask Glenn nervously.
"OK," Glenn answers. "Just make sure to compliment Don on his acting after the movie. He's really self conscious about it and I had to talk him into it by saying we needed to give our fans their money's worth by showing them something special they'd never seen before."
Just then, Don is brought to our seats and plopped down on the other side of me - they literally prop him up. Glenn looks at me knowingly and I feel a hundred times more guilty!
"Er.... can I get you anything to make you more comfortable, Mr. Henley?" I ask to try to make up for it.
"Yeah, get us some popcorn," Don says. I am about to do so when buckets of popcorn magically appear in our laps (I love it when that kind of thing happens in dreams lol).
I wonder why they came up to sit with me, but I don't ask any questions. Suddenly the part of the balcony we are on detaches - but it's on wires - it's being carried out into the middle of the arena and we're swinging above everybody. I realize this must be the special part of the balcony and that's why the guys came up there. Wow, how lucky am I that I happened to be sitting here! I think.
And the movie finally begins. It looks like it was made in the early 80s but the movie is set during the Civil War. Don is dressed in a Confederate uniform and following a seedy looking guy into a small gray shack.
The scene changes and we see the guy putting a rifle into the closet. Suddenly Don bursts in on him. "Leave my things alone!" He cries. "Get out of my house!"
Suddenly Union soldiers burst in. "You're under arrest for possessing a stolen rifle!" They grab Don.
"No! I'm innocent!" Don cries. "He planted the gun!" The soldiers ignore him and start to drag him away as the seedy looking guy laughs evilly.
As they drag him out the door Don screams "I won't forget this! You'll be sorry!"
Then the screen goes black and the words flash across the screen "Ten years later..."
We see Don approaching the shack again. Now he is wearing a blond wig and a fake blond mustache and beard. He sneaks up to the shack and quietly opens the door.
The seedy looking guy has his back to the door. Don pulls out a knife. "Turn around slowly," he says in a threatening voice. "I want you to know who's going to kill you."
The man turns around. "Who are you?" He gasps, seeing the knife.
"DON HENLEY!" Don screams, ripping off his fake beard and wig. "NO ONE CROSSES DON HENLEY AND LIVES!"
The screen goes black and the house lights come up. I look over at Glenn and he's glancing over at Don, looking genuinely disturbed. Hmm, what's up with that? I think. Was this movie made when the band broke up?
I turn to Don. "Um, your acting was awesome. You were really convincing...."
He ignores me, turning and leaning across me so he can face Glenn dead-on over me. "How did YOU like it, Mr. Frey?" he asks menacingly.
Glenn doesn't look disturbed anymore. He looks pissed off. I think he's going to reply but he grits his teeth and says nothing. I think maybe he's holding his tongue because I'm there but as he and Don just glare at each other over me for what feels like forever, it seems like they've forgotten I'm there at all.
I realize there's something going on there and being in between them is no longer cool but scary! And there is no escape - even if I were to shove Don back so he was no longer leaning across me, our seats are detached from the balcony and there is nowhere to go unless I want to plummet to my death. I'm trapped! I desperately try to think of a joke to lighten the mood and make everybody laugh, but nothing is coming to me.
I woke up terrified - and hungry for popcorn. lol
Not the most fun dream I ever had but it sure was intense!
OH MY!!! I can't even begin to wonder what that whole dream means! :lol: Very strange indeed!
Friday night (Saturday morning actually) I had a Joe Walsh dream. Hubby leaves for work around 4 and had to work Saturday. I got up with him and then Rufus, Pickles and I all went back to bed and fell back into a very deep sleep which is why I imagine I had a dream. I seldom dream.
Anyways, some friends of mine had won a contest and said they had quite a surprise that many would enjoy but me especially but wouldn't tell me what it was. Told me to show up at their house and what time. I showed up and was waiting with everyone else when someone by the window screamed "he's here!". In walked a couple of guys dressed like secret service with ear pieces and sunglasses, the works. Looked around the room and one of them spoke into his sleeve that it was all clear.
In walked Joe Walsh and Smokie. Everyone erupted into applause and Joe held up both his hands as if to silence the crowd. He walked over to my friend Amy and congratulated her on the contest and she called me over and introduced me.
Next thing I know, Joe, I and 2 other people I don't recognize are in an antique car at some carnival or fair and all of us are sitting in the front seat. Joe seems very emotional so I motion to the others to get out and leave him alone. He gets down on the floor board on his back and is looking under the dash and talking to someone about how special the car was.
That's all I remember of the dream. :stunned: Very strange (so I shouldn't make fun of Soda's dream I suppose).
Oh my! Both of these dreams are very strange, but that's what I love about dreams - anything goes!
Yep - I'd love to have a shrink's take on Peek's, Soda's, and TBF's dreams. But, not to worry ladies, I'm sure you are all perfectly normal! :lol:
Don't guys always get emotional over vintage cars? ;) Strange but entertaining nonetheless!
Very strange dreams, but at least you have them! I don't dream much.
Friday I had a short "Eagley" dream. Prettymaid and I were sitting at a table with bunches of Eagles pictures, pulling out all the Glenn ones and putting them into a giant collage. That's it. No idea why or where we were. :headscratch:
Oh - this one's easy to analyze Willie ... You and Cathy must have been preparing my Christmas present!!! :lol: