Thanks, GL!
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Thanks, GL!
It's my Valentine' day special banner only for today,love your banner and avatar too, very romantic!
Don:"you're killing trees!"
Soda: "Sorry, Mr. Henley..." :hilarious: Love it!!
Here's another - I actually had two more while sick but those were not as good as this one I had before I got "struck down" lol. There was more to it, but here's the part I can remember:
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I dreamed that PLS, Dreamer, and I got invited to a party at Glenn's. His neighbors are there, as well as his family (parents, kids except Otis). Their friends are also there. In short, the place was packed! An oddity: in my dream, Glenn's parents look exactly like Stevie Nicks' parents. Glenn looks like he does now except his hair is styled like it was for the Hell Freezes Over video.
We are all outside in his big backyard. There are picnic tables and streamers draped everyone and I can smell barbecue cooking. Glenn is wearing an apron but isn't actually cooking anything. Instead, Glenn announces that he is giving a tour of his house to anyone who wants to see it. Of course Dreamer, PLS, and I hurry to be part of the "tour," as do several others.
The first place we visit is the basement. This basement looks like my family's basement in our house in New Jersey (I was 6 when we lived there). In the dream, this does not seem strange to me, lol. I have a camera in my purse and I wish I could take photos to better remember the occasion, but I figure that would be frowned upon. Still, maybe I could ask Glenn if it would be OK...
While I'm mulling this over, the tour has moved away. I look down and in my hand there's suddenly a roll of Super 8 film labeled "Home Movies." I stare at it, trying to figure out if it's Glenn's or mine. If it's Glenn's, how did I get a hold of it? If it's mine, why did I bring it with me? I need a place to play the film to solve the mystery, but in order to do so I'd have to ask Glenn for a projector, and if this is his tape, he'll wonder why I have it. If it's my tape, he'll wonder why I can't just wait and watch it at home. I somehow know that if it's mine, it'll have footage of my family's 1978 trip to Washington DC, and if it's Glenn's, it will have footage of the Rolling Stone game. Which is it, which is it... Ack, dilemma after dilemma! I shove the tape in my purse and decide I'll figure out what to do later.
By now everyone is moving back upstairs. I fall in line. Glenn is marching us to his bedroom now. The entire group crowds at the bedroom door as he proudly shows us his bed. "I had it specially made for this room," he declares. I look at the bed in puzzlement. It is built into the floor, and the carpet is OVER part of it like a blanket.... I honestly think it's kind of weird and as everyone oohs and aahs I back out of the room and look down the hall. There is a series of doors. I wonder if we will get to see all of these rooms.
Just then Glenn comes back out. "These three rooms are for you, Kay, and Lissa," Glenn says as he points to three of the rooms, all side by side. "They each have their own bathroom!" He adds with a smile.
"Oh my gosh! We get our own rooms! This is so cool!" I squeal. The rest of the tour forgotten, I run into "my" room to check it out. It's got a double bed and a big bathroom to boot! I'm thrilled beyond belief. I realize that I have no pajamas, though. What am I supposed to sleep in?
At that moment, a pudgy teenager shows up at the door. "Hi, I'm Glenn's neighbor's kid," he introduces himself. "You can borrow my Final Fantasy T-shirt to sleep in." He smiles and hands it to me.
"Aren't you the sweetest!" I exclaim and put it on the bed. "Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome," he says, looking pleased. I decide to hang out with him, since the tour is now gone and I'd feel awkward wandering around Glenn's house alone.
Suddenly, I'm waking up in "my" bedroom. It's morning. I smell bacon cooking. I jump out of bed, eager to get going and see everybody. I pull on blue jeans but don't bother to change out of the Final Fantasy T-shirt. As I walk down the stairs to the kitchen, barefoot, I still can't believe how cool all this is. I hope Dreamer and PLS are already downstairs.
When I get out to the kitchen, everyone is back eating pancakes and bacon. Once again the place is stuffed with people. Glenn's kids are surrounded by dozens of friends and they are taking up all the seats at the massive kitchen table. There are people eating in the den but I don't want to because everything is white - white carpet, white furniture... I know I'll spill something.
I see Dreamer and PLS sitting by Glenn talking to him. I sigh with relief. I'll go there! They are both eating off of paper plates with plastic forks but I figure I'll skip breakfast, as I can just envision syrup pouring off my flimsy paper plate onto Glenn's magnificent white furniture. I would have to stay inside and clean Glenn's couch while everyone else would be out having fun. He would regret inviting me. No way I am going to be that person!
I hurry up and squeeze myself beside PLS and Dreamer. They all say hi to me. Glenn turns to talk to folks on the other side of him. Oddly, everyone on Glenn's left side is older than he is, and everyone on his right side is younger than he is.
"How did you guys sleep?" I ask Dreamer and PLS.
"Our bedrooms each had their own bathrooms!" They both exclaim.
"I know, mine too! Just like Glenn said!" I say happily.
Dreamer looks at my shirt. "Where did you get that? What's 'Final fantasy'?"
"That guy over there gave it to me," I say, pointing to the neighbor who is over at the kitchen table with the other kids. "Final Fantasy is a video game series." Dreamer looks puzzled so I change the subject. "How long have you guys been talking to Glenn?"
"Hours," Dreamer says.
PLS nods. "We talked about all sorts of things."
"Hours?!" I cry enviously. "Dang it, why did I have to sleep so late??"
At that point Glenn suddenly turns back towards us. "I found a thread I didn't like on a fan forum and deleted it," he says to me.
I'm taken aback. Surely he doesn't mean The Border? Where he gets gushed over on a regular basis? And what he said doesn't make any sense anyway. "You couldn't have deleted a thread, Glenn."
"What do you mean?" He asks, looking confused.
"Only the administrator is able to delete threads on message boards," I explain. "If you were a member, you could delete your own post, but no one else's." He still looks confused. "If you wanted to get rid of something, you could try to shut down the entire site..."
"Yes, that's what I meant. I deleted the entire site," he says quickly. "I mean I shut it down."
"How?" I ask.
He pauses, then just repeats, "I shut it down."
I look into his eyes and try to figure out if he's trying to tell me something. This is all very weird. There aren't very many Eagles sites and I would have noticed if one was shut down, and I know for a fact MINE isn't shut down. I suspect that he is either very confused or that he is making this up. But why? I can't read him at all. If he wants to tell me something, he needs to say it to me straight up and not play mind games, I think with annoyance. Oh well, I'll play along.
"It's too bad you had to do that. There is a lot of lame crap on the internet. I know that better than anyone," I say.
He nods. "Yes. A lot of lame crap."
I feel compelled to add, "But I love the internet. If it weren't for the internet, I wouldn't be here today talking to you." I hope he also considers that a plus...
He looks thoughtful but says nothing.
I turn back to PLS and Dreamer, who look a bit nervous, but Dreamer says "I love the internet, too." PLS echoes, "I love the internet, too."
All the kids over at the kitchen table, including Final Fantasy kid, yell out "We love the internet too!" They applaud and cheer. "Yay for the internet!"
And that's when I woke up!
Wow!!! That was some dream... :hilarious: :hilarious: :hilarious:
Are you sure you weren't feverish when you had that dream? :rofl:
Whaduya mean - DREAM! Heck - that wasn't a dream! Don't you remember all those overnight sleepover invitations we've gotten from Glenn? Girl - where is your mind???? :woah: :woah: :woah:
Bahahahaha I literally laughed out loud at that, which earned me a very grouchy statement from my Father who is trying to sleep in the next room. lol Thanks a lot Soda. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by sodascouts
ROTFL Where in the world did THAT come from? The Mafia?? That's TOO funny. I don't know how or why you have these crazy dreams but I'd love to have one like yours! lolQuote:
Then suddenly I remember. The tape shows Felder having a secret meeting with mafia people! He's a member of the mafia! He'll surely kill me for having this tape!
Yeah, but then we all had to share a room! :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Ive always been a dreamer
Maleah - I don't know where the heck they come from, but you can't make this stuff up. lol
Lol! Keep churning them out Nancy and I'll keep reading 'em!
That song "Money for Nothing" by Dire Straits--everyone at the end--"I want my MTV"--now it is "Yay the Internet"! That's a good one!