Dreaming of the Eagles

oooh! Lucky girl!!! HFO era is the second hottest time IMHO, only beaten by OOTN era.

I had a dream with Don in it last night too - but sadly, it's not hot at all.

In my dream, I'm at a square dancing contest and doing quite well. The song "Walkaway Joe" is playing and I'm thinking of Don when poof, he's right there over my shoulder, watching the square dancing (current era)! Then he starts doing the calling! I proudly promenade and do-se-do, hoping he notices what an awesome square dancer I am. After it's over, I get told that I've won the opportunity to square dance a final round to the song "All She Wants to Do Is Dance"! Sadly, I don't get to square dance WITH Don, as he just stands to the side and sings. In my dream, I don't even find it odd to square dance to a rock song, lol.

I think there's more, but that's all I remember!

See, this totally won't convey the actual hotness of it, but I'll tell you bits of what I can remember about the premise... My friend, Jackie, and I were going to be staying in a tiny caravan (in an urban area) for a few days. I have no idea why. We were in this kind of waiting room/bus station area with a lot of other people, late at night. Don was there, wearing a white henley and dark jeans, and a long dark coat. (You know the HFO pic of the guys in a field where Don's looking down? Exactly that.) So he and I kept stealing glances and I knew in my dream that we were seeing each other, but that it was somehow forbidden. I got the sense that I was too young and that people wouldn't approve of him - least of all my friend Jackie. Don was kind of like the dangerous handsome stranger in town. Anyway, the tension was tangible and all we wanted to do was be with each other alone. It became evident that there were some problems with getting us into the caravan, so Jackie huffed and went off to get things sorted. I looked at Don and then went outside to pretend to use the payphone. He took the hint and followed me, and within a minute he was standing close behind me at the payphone on a cold, wet, dark, deserted street... Um... stuff ensued... and a short while later I heard Jackie calling me. So I went back into the bus station place and said I'd been calling my mum. She had the papers for the caravan and we went there. It was just across the road, in a row of parked white caravans. We literally had to climb in through this stupid little hatch to the bedroom (which we were going to share). I remember the faint hope of sneaking Don in fading FAST! The place was tiny and Jackie was going to be within three inches of me for the next few days. I was kind of miserable but then as I was getting ready for bed, I looked out of the window and saw Don just standing there in the dark street in his long coat. I laid down, wishing I could be with him, but buzzing with the memories of everything that had just happened.

I'm afraid you'll just have to use your imaginations as to what occurred earlier. ;)

And Nancy... If it had have been OOTN Don, I'm not sure I could have handled the hotness! Although HFO Don was pretty darn sexy... You always have the coolest, quirkiest little dreams.

I get the idea, Troub. mmm very sexy! Downright cinematic!

It's funny you should mention the word 'cinematic' because that's exactly how it felt - the whole dark, wet street setting and the odd congregation of all these people in the bus station late at night made it feel like a sort of Philip K. Dick dystopia! Not that I have watched or read anything like that lately... Odd. But very sexy!

Lucky you, Troub!! :woah:

Hmm, wonder how many nights you're gonna spend hoping for a replay of/sequel to THAT dream... :rofl:
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Originally Posted by sodascouts

I had a dream with Don in it last night too - but sadly, it's not hot at all.

In my dream, I'm at a square dancing contest and doing quite well. The song "Walkaway Joe" is playing and I'm thinking of Don when poof, he's right there over my shoulder, watching the square dancing (current era)! Then he starts doing the calling! I proudly promenade and do-se-do, hoping he notices what an awesome square dancer I am.

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Oh, this has taken me back in time. We learnt square dancing in school when I was 11...

I can't help but think there's some kind of hidden meaning in all your dreams, Soda, but I have no idea what it might be!! :hilarious:

Well Troub--I had to splash my face with cold water just imagining that dream!! LOL :thumbsup:

I had a strange dream last night featuring an Eagle, not the one you all would think I'd dream about either.

Don & I were shopping in a supermarket and talking about Rupert Murdock. :hilarious: Don't really remember what we were saying but I remember Don saying something to the effect that he actually felt sorry for him and was sorry he ever said some of the things he's said about him now that he's in so much trouble. This whole conversation was taking place as we were in the meat department picking out a roast for dinner. :hilarious: I had a big one in my hand and he asked who else was coming for dinner and I said no one. He asked why I was picking out such a large one if it was only the 2 of us. And he wiggled his eyebrows at me. :hilarious: I shrugged and put it back and picked up a smaller one and asked him what else he wanted with it. Said he'd make some of his special potatoes (whatever those are). So I told him we'd better go pick up more because wasn't sure how many we had in the pantry. As we headed for the produce department, I remember we stopped periodically to pick up other stuff (don't remember what) and put them in our cart, all the while talking about Rupert Murdock.

That's really all I remember. He was current Don complete with the gray hair and the gray beard. In a gray button down shirt, jeans and his work boots.

I apologize to all you Don fans....I will try to stick to Timothy dreams from here on in. Somehow, I doubt I'd be picking out a roast with Timothy tho. :hilarious:

No need to apologise Willie - that's cool.........just so long as you're feeding him well! :hilarious:

Ha, I love it! I like the sound of his special potatoes...