Dreaming of the Eagles

Last night I had a rather disturbing dream. I was sitting right up front for an Eagles concert, and was so excited to be seeing them again, as you can imagine. It was a day time concert, so the guys just walked out, and "How Long" began. I heard the opening notes, and before Glenn even had a chance to start singing, a little amp blew up in front of them! No one was hurt, but Don immediately started yelling at Glenn, as if it was his fault. Glenn started yelling back, and I remember thinking, "I can't believe this is happening!" Then Don put down his guitar, picked up the smoking amp, and stormed off the stage!:shock:
I woke up right after that, which was probably just as well!

LOL! Aw - a nightmare indeed! I've got to say, Don picking up the smoking amp before he left made me laugh. Don't know why.

I've got to say, these dreams that feature Don's temper always make me laugh for some reason! :hilarious:

WOW, what a dream! The beginning of the dream was nicely, however, then a real nightmare!

Okay, I need to change my snacking habits. What are you guys eating before bed?

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Originally Posted by cynd1231

Okay, I need to change my snacking habits. What are you guys eating before bed?

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:lol: cynd!

As I've said before, I'm one of those that doesn't dream or, if I do, I don't remember them! Doesn't stop me from daydreaming though - I guess I'll just have to dream about having an Eagles dream! :shock:

Troub and PM, I have to admit, I laughed at Don storming off the stage carrying the smoking amp! :hilarious: However, I didn't laugh in the dream, I laughed when I woke up! In the dream, I was pretty upset, because I got the impression that the entire concert was cancelled!:-(

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Originally Posted by Stars

In the dream, I was pretty upset, because I got the impression that the entire concert was cancelled!:-(

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Now that would be the REAL nightmare!

But I admit Don's tantrum made me laugh too!

What also made me laugh was that Don immediately blamed Glenn for the explosion! I remember in the dream thinking, "It's not Glenn's fault!":hilarious:

I had a dream last night, where I was in Miami Vice helping Glenn catch the bad guys, but all I could focus on, was how hot Glenn looked :inlove:

This isn't as entertaining as Carla's, but I did have another nonsensical one:

I am standing in a crowd and I see this dark-haired girl in white short shorts with several tattoos. One going down her thigh said,
I
:heart:
G
L
E
N
F
R
E
Y

(Only the heart wasn't beating, lol). Then it had an image of a woman's face beneath the words.

I think "Wow, how hard does that suck, having a misspelled tattoo?! How could she be such a big fan and not know that there are two n's in 'Glenn'? Oh well, it's nice that she's a big fan."

Next thing I know I'm in a video store with rows of VHS tapes. I see one dog-eared tape that says "Livin' Right - Extended Version." I take it off the shelf and I see it looks like a workout video! "Hmm, do I have this already?" I ask myself. I don't want to buy it if I have it already, but I can't remember. "I know I have the video, but was it the extended version?" I'm considering buying it just to be safe, but it's $12 (which in the dream seemed to be a lot of money), so I hem and haw. Then suddenly I remember seeing Glenn do this long comedic skit introducing the video - much longer than the little intro on the MTV video. "Oh yeah. I do have it!" I think and put it back. "Sure glad I remembered before I spent $12!"

And then suddenly I'm standing in line behind Don Henley at a car rental counter. He is in a sweatshirt and jeans. For some reason I know that he is renting a car for about three weeks in order to vacation with his family. The car rental guy figures up what it's going to cost and hands Don the contract to sign (which also has his total on it). Don looks it over and grimaces. "Sure is expensive," he says unhappily. Although I can't see what the figure is, I somehow know it's several hundred dollars. I think, "Wow, that is a lot of money. What a rip off." Somehow, I also know that he is thinking that he should have driven the family up here himself in their own car. He'd considered it and decided against it, but now he regrets it. He sighs and grabs a pen to sign his name. As he does, he says, "The time better go by slowly." I think, "But doesn't time fly when you're having fun?"

Then I woke up.

What Soda - no food? :sad: :wink:

You know, I've never had an Eagles dream.

Last night, I hit the jackpot. I woke at about 2:00 thinking, "Oh my gosh, I can't believe I actually had a dream about the Eagles. Those DH fans will be so happy when I share it online."

I then fell back to sleep and woke this morning with NO recollection of the dream whatsoever!!! All I know is. . . Those DH fans would have been so happy. . .:brickwall:

Connie-if you remember that dream, please do post it! I'm a DH fan who would be so happy to read all about it!:thumbsup::partytime:

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Originally Posted by Prettymaid

What Soda - no food? :sad: :wink:

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Maybe all that talk of guacamole inspired the "Livin' Right" segment of my dream as my subconcious guilt about my love of fattening foods. Whose fault was that? lol

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I'm sitting on the lawn waiting for the band to come onstage. It find of felt like my position at the Hard Rock Park, except even further back. There are people all around me and I can't see a thing! Weirdly, they are all girls.

Then a guy with a big cardboard box shows up. He's wearing a backstage pass around his neck. He starts handing something out to the girls nearby. I perk up. What's that? He comes near me and hands me one - it's a tiara! I turn it over and it has my name on it! The girls around me have their names on their tiaras too. We are all happy but surprised. The guy explains, "The band wanted the girls on the lawn to have tiaras."

"How did they know our names?" I ask.

"They didn't," he replies. "The tiaras are magical."

"Oooooh!" We all say, awestruck, as we put them on. After the guy has finished handing out the tiaras, he starts to walk away.

"If he's going backstage, maybe we can follow him and thank the band for the tiaras! We can give them presents, too!" I whisper to the girls around me. As a group, we all start following him. He doesn't notice.

I know more happened, but I don't remember what it was - don't you hate that??

I remember that at some point I attend a really popular musical and again am sitting way in the back, still wearing my tiara. The girl next to me says, "Let's look for people who leave early and take their seats."

"Great idea!" I exclaim, but she's already headed off to a better seat. I keep my eye out for one, too.

I start moving up here and there, bringing my laptop with me (!) and then I'm in the third row right behind all the Eagles who are sitting there watching the show! "CRAP, they will NEVER believe this is a coincidence! They will think I am following them to musicals! I hope they don't see me!" I think.

Then the show stops and one of the actors says, "We have special guests tonight - the Eagles - if we applaud maybe they'll come up and do a number!" Everyone hoots and applauds. The Eagles go onstage.

Then, the actor starts handing them sheet music. They look confused. "Aren't we going to do an Eagles song?" Don asks.

"Oh, no, you're doing a song from the play," the man says.

"oooh, the Eagles are going to do a song they haven't done before!" I think excitedly, and start digging around for my digital camera in my purse so I can record it. I can't find it! I get agitated, trying to find the camera but watch the guys, too.

They're doing OK singing the song. Tim is even trying to harmonize, but it's pretty obvious they don't know the song and it doesn't really sound that great. Joe finally gives up and just stands there.

By this point I have given up trying to find the camera and am just watching. The guys all look pretty uncomfortable.

Afterwards they don't go back to their seats. They just start to leave. I think I'm going to get away with them not seeing me but just as Glenn passes me, he spots me. "This was totally a coincidence," I say quickly.

Glenn shrugs and says unhappily, "I didn't know the song."

Then the dreams morphs into me rear-ending Paul McCartney's car at a stoplight on my way to a taping of a show on the Home and Garden network. Quite a leap.

FIRST of all.. I WANT A MAGICAL TIARA!!!! how cool is that? I'd wear it all the time!
Second, AWE! poor guys didnt even know the song! I just saw Music Man at the OSF and it was terrific but I can totally understand how embarrassing that would be.
Third,.... uh... Paul McCartney? where'd that come from? and I hope you have great dream insurance. Im pretty sure Sir Paul isnt driving a rent a wreck even in a dream.

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Originally Posted by sodascouts

"How did they know our names?" I ask.
"They didn't," he replies. "The tiaras are magical."
"Oooooh!" We all say, awestruck, as we put them on.

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Soda, how do you have a dream about magical tiaras and not be, like, seven? :jealous:

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Originally Posted by sodascouts

I know more happened, but I don't remember what it was - don't you hate that??

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I'd say you do pretty darn well in the dream remembering department!:jealous:

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They're doing OK singing the song. Tim is even trying to harmonize, but it's pretty obvious they don't know the song and it doesn't really sound that great. Joe finally gives up and just stands there.

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Okay, this is where I started LMAO!

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Originally Posted by sodascouts

Then the dreams morphs into me rear-ending Paul McCartney's car at a stoplight on my way to a taping of a show on the Home and Garden network. Quite a leap.

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Now I'm back to being :jealous:

:headscratch: I don't even know what to say to that? Does anyone on here have a shrink that we can get to become a member to analyze these dreams? Anyone? Please!:hmm:

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I think I'm going to get away with them not seeing me but just as Glenn passes me, he spots me. "This was totally a coincidence," I say quickly.

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I thought for sure that he was going to say "Yes! One of my angels!"

And I'd love to have a magical tiara, too!

Dang, you all have great Eagles dreams! I can't even remember any dreams, let alone Eagles dreams! :headscratch:

I had a really peculiar one last night and I hold you all directly responsible. Since joining this board I've been inspired to listen to more Eagles, which puts them directly into my consciousness and thus into my dreams. So thanks.

Like Brooks, I rarely remember my dreams, so this was incredibly vague. But I had decided to move to Texas (I'm in the process of deciding where I want to live) and for some reason decided to get a job as a stablehand. Not sure why. For the non-horse people, that means I'd be shoveling manure, etc. The particulars fade in and out but I do recall him scanning my resume, glaring directly at me and demanding to know why an attorney had appeared at his farm, and whether I was actually there to serve him with a lawsuit. Beneath the clear wash of blue steel I kind of wavered and my mouth wouldn't move... mercifully, I woke up at that point. Note to self: if you ever meet Don Henley, don't look him in the eye.

After a long time , I had an eagle dream, a short one but very nice!
I was on the beach with friends to play Beachvollyball, as our 4 guys appeared and they asked us whether they can play with us. :woah:
Of course I said yes!:nod: I was in a team with Glenn, Joe and a friend, that was really cool! We lost our game, nevertheless, this was not so bad, for me, the guys in shorts to see was great!8) After the games we sat at a campfire together.

Sounds like the dream was short but sweet!

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Originally Posted by sodascouts

Sounds like the dream was short but sweet!

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Yes, it was a sweet dream but really to short, the dream has might been longer with pleasure !:)

Soda, I love the signature.

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Originally Posted by AmarilloByMorning

Like Brooks, I rarely remember my dreams, so this was incredibly vague. But I had decided to move to Texas (I'm in the process of deciding where I want to live) and for some reason decided to get a job as a stablehand. Not sure why. For the non-horse people, that means I'd be shoveling manure, etc. The particulars fade in and out but I do recall him scanning my resume, glaring directly at me and demanding to know why an attorney had appeared at his farm, and whether I was actually there to serve him with a lawsuit. Beneath the clear wash of blue steel I kind of wavered and my mouth wouldn't move... mercifully, I woke up at that point. Note to self: if you ever meet Don Henley, don't look him in the eye.

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lol! Perhaps Don thought you were trying to stir up some crap by suing him? ;)

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Originally Posted by Koala

After the games we sat at a campfire together.

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Did you sing Avacado? :grin:

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Originally Posted by Prettymaid

Did you sing Avacado? :grin:

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Of Course! :mrgreen:

I had another dream last night. I don't know why I'm having so many Eagles dreams now when I hardly ever used to have one. In fact, I am having so many that I don't even put the less involved ones on the board because I think everyone would get tired of hearing about Nancy's dreams.

This one, however, is pretty easy to explain. I had insomnia last night and passed the time by writing long-winded posts very few people wanted to read!

Hence my dream.... which is also very long-winded.

I walk in to Walmart to go shopping and who should walk in at the same time but Glenn Frey! He recognizes me and starts walking with me. I'm absolutely thrilled and start chit-chatting with him (can't remember about what).

We pass one of those Walmart bins that are in the middle of the aisles. This one is full of photos of the Eagles, thrown in there. On the top there is a photo of him autographed and signed to someone. He picks it up, gets pissed off, and throws it back in the bin. I figure it's time to move away from there and I kind of tug him on. He doesn't say a word.

Next, after passing some various aisles, we pass a magazine rack filled with magazines with the Eagles on the cover. Again, he stops, but he doesn't pick any of them up. "I have all of these!" I declare proudly. He says nothing and we continue on.

We come across my friend Tiffany who I spent the weekend with. 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!

We come across a group of people talking about the Eagles. Glenn tells me to go see what they are talking about and he hides behind a nearby stack of T-shirts. There are a bunch of conversations going on and I can't remember them all, but some people are talking about selling Eagles-related things on Ebay and others are talking about buying them. One group is saying that all Eagles fans should buy futons. I don't remember what else was said but I remember thinking that Glenn wouldn't like it.

I go back to Glenn and he asks me what was said. I say, "Nothing important." He replies, "Well, I heard it and I don't like it!" I flush with embarrassment.

He then goes over to the groups, talks to them, and they get all excited and leave thinking the Eagles are awesome. Glenn walks back to me grinning, but then when he comes up to me his smile turns to a frown. He looks right into my eyes and says earnestly, "Nancy, we have a real problem here. The money." I immediately know he is talking about folks thinking the Eagles are greedy, but I don't say anything because I'm not sure how to reply to that. I wonder if it has something to do with the Border and get nervous.

Just then we hear Don Felder's voice. A little ways from us, he is doing an album and book signing in Walmart's book aisle. He hasn't seen us.

Glenn hangs back but I go to see what's happening. I see him signing a baseball jersey and when the lady says she hopes all of the Eagles will sign it, he snorts, "AS IF. I'm the only one who will sign this. Don't even bother asking the others." She looks disappointed.

He moves on to the next pair of people, who tell Felder they know a special way to remaster Airborne that will make it sound good. He perks up and says "Let me give you my phone number!" He digs out a piece of paper and starts writing his number on it.

I see him and joke, "Are you giving out your phone number?" He looks my way and I realize that could be taken the wrong way. "Just kidding," I say hurriedly. "I don't really want your number." He looks pissed off and turns back to the other two. I think "Geez Nancy. You are really putting your foot in your mouth." I hurry past him. 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.

[here some irrelevant random crap happens that has nothing to do with the Eagles, so moving on...]

I go back towards where Glenn is. I pass Felder again and I hear him repeat that no one should ask the other guys for autographs because he is the only one who ever signs anything. One lady produces a copy of Don Henley's "I Can't Stand Still" and says "Since Don Henley will never sign this, will you?" I am just cringing as I hurry pass.

Glenn says "Is Felder going around telling everybody that the other Eagles never sign anything?"

"Yes," I reply, "Even baseball jerseys."

"EVEN BASEBALL JERSEYS!!!" This particularly seems to enrage Glenn. "HOW DARE HE!!"

Then he turns to me and repeats, "We have a real problem here. It's political. It's about the money."

I think he's trying to tell me something or wants me to do something but I don't know what it is. Once more, I wonder if it has anything to do with posts I made on The Border. If he says that it is, I decide to go home and start deleting them. But he says nothing more and we start walking the aisles again.

I woke up but despite the fact that it was early ran to my computer to try to write things down. Already I know I have forgotten some of the things he said, but I tried my best! Then I go back to sleep....

Another dream. This time I'm in a water park.There’s this really dangerous water slide where you don’t take a ladder to the stop, you are sucked up one slide to the top. It’s on the right. The one on the left is the one you go down. They’re both really tall. The water at the bottom is not still – it has powerful waves.

Don, who looks like he just stepped out of that 1975 boat pic, open denim shirt, tight jeans, the whole bit... jumps into the water. He swims towards the vacuum slide but seems to get confused. When he gets near the suction he thrashes around and winds up going the other way, swimming towards the slide where people are coming down. I’m in a crowd at the edge of the waters watching, and we’re all concerned. At the last minute, he’s flung by a wave away from the bottom of the slide and back towards the center of the pool. He’s obviously completely lost his bearings now and swims one way, then another. He’s started fighting the waves and I realize he must be exhausting himself.

Suddenly he dives down and we can’t see him anymore. I jump into the water and swim to where he last was, then dive down. I see him at the bottom and grab him and pull him up. Once I get his head above water, he gasps and coughs so we know he’s OK.

I start pulling him through the water and he just lets me because he’s so weak at that point. However, instead of heading back to the end of the pool with him, I take him over to the vacuum slide where we get sucked up together. 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!

I woke up all proud of myself for rescuing Don Henley! Then I realized it was only a dream, lol.

Wow! I don't think I'll ever tire of reading about your dreams, Soda. They're so detailed. I could imagine the first one, perfectly - all your worries about The Border! The fact that Glenn was particularly enraged that Felder was telling everyone they didn't sign baseball jerseys was too funny. As was the idea of remastering Airborne to "make it sound good" :hilarious:

A personal thank you for rescuing Don. And an even bigger thank you for the image of him jumping into the water, clad in tight denim, 1975-style. Yummy!

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Originally Posted by sodascouts

I had insomnia last night and passed the time by writing long-winded posts very few people wanted to read!

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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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Glenn Frey! He recognizes me and starts walking with me.

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Are you by any chance the Girl from Yesterday?

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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!

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I kill bugs!
(small voice)...Actually no, I don't; I escort them outdoors, but that's not the point.

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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!

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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.

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!

: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.

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:rofl:Of course the most nonsensical part is the funniest to me!

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Originally Posted by 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!

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I'm thinking this could backfire...

But thanks for the compliment. ;)

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Originally Posted by Prettymaid

:rofl:Of course the most nonsensical part is the funniest to me!

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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:

Soda,I like your dreams, they are never boring and they are always crazy! :partytime:

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!

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]

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!