I dream in colour, with sound and lighting effects to rival Independence Day - and I have either the luck or misfortune to remember most of my dreams. Though I don't have enough about Great Big Sea, someone told me there's a technique to persuade your subconscious to co-operate. I'll let you know how it goes!
An obsession gets serious when the band in question starts to invade your dreams, too! And it seems I'm not the only one.....
My dream
I'm waiting on a dirty and overcrowded Underground platform, hemmed in by people on all sides and gradually being pushed towards the front of the platform. I remember thinking "at least I'll be first on the train." I had no idea where I'm going - it was like when I was unemployed, I used to buy a Travelcard if I got bored, and just wander around from place to place to see what they were like.
Anyway, the train comes, with graffiti all along the sides. The doors open, and I'm the only one to get on. I suddenly feel really tired, and all the seats are full. So I start walking down the carriage to find a spare seat. The walls and roof are closing in on me, but it's not actually claustrophobic or scary, so I keep going. Around the point that the tube train is turning into a dirt tunnel, complete with roots hanging from the ceiling, I pass Alan, Bob, Séan and Darrell, still sitting on tube train seats and watching me pass. The tunnel is now so narrow that I'm having trouble getting through, so the b'ys give me a push, each in turn, as I go past them. They're chatting to each other, but I don't remember what about. I thought "nice guys!", then I think the tunnel started to cave in, and I woke up.
Cas's dream
This is just between you and me, right ;-) Right, Cas!
I was having "fun" with Alan in this dark-ish room. Things were going well and I considered myself really lucky to be in such a situation (who the hell wouldn't?). But then all of a sudden the door is flung open and in walks a tall, muscular figure. The 'figure' turns the lights on... I suddenly realize it's Darrell and he's looking SO hot. I leave Alan on the spot and run off with the REAL hunk of the group.
I sh*t you not.
It was a cool dream but in no way comparable with the ones about Stewie, David Letterman (go figure) and Stephen Fry (go figure even more).
Joy's dream
I had a dream that I was a fair in Newfoundland.It was just a little fair with a few rides and some games. For some reason I was running around barefoot and had on something akin to a nightshirt. Well at some point I hurt my foot so I made my way to this little beachhouse on the edge of a cliff. I knocked on the door and lo and behold there's Bob. Inside there's some girl who's supposed to be Bob's girlfriend (I still have no idea who she was) and Darrell and Alan. Alan winks at me and says: "You need something for that foot." Darrell offers me his seat and Séan enters the room (a one room beachhouse) with this bottle of really foul smelling stuff. I wrinkle my nose at it. Then Alan annouces, "The best thing for a cut on the foot is seawater!" So we all take of down to the beach and we're dancing and singing and laughing. At this point I was a little freaked out because i could actually taste the salt in the air. Suddenly the others leave saying "Okay, you're foot's all better." But Alan stays and tells me to follow him. We inch our way around a rock cliff in water up to my waist. Then we come to a little cave with shiny gems and rocks and seashells. He smiles and just we're about to kiss a wave washes up and over us. I could actually taste the salt and waveborne sand in my mouth. At this point I wake up and try desperately to go back to sleep. The weird thing is I've never been to Newfoundland. :)
Doesn't it always happen, though! Just when it gets interesting.....
Fiona's dreams
I've had about 9 GBDreams, but I only remember 2 of them in enough detail to retell.
1. I was in a pub with Alan and there was a celtic band playing. I think it bore a resemblance to the Bow and Arrow. Anyway, for some reason, Alan was teaching me how to play the spoons. I know it's not rocket science, but for some reason, I needed teaching. After the lesson, he decided to be a sweetie and give me his set of gold-plated spoons which were strictly for playing and came in a special carrying case. Then he gave me, in a similar case, his set of gold-plated forks. What I was supposed to do with these, I have no idea.
2. You know that photo shoot where the guys are sitting on the bed, the pillow fight is one of those pictures. Well, we were in that bedroom, and Alan, Bob and Séan were sitting up at the head of the bed. I was sitting sideways at the very foot. For some reason, Darrell was taking a shower. Maybe they had just finished a show, I don't know. Well, I think I was trying to wake up for work after not having had enough sleep, because in the dream, I flopped back on the bed exclaiming "I am so tired!" and hit my head on the wooden end board. That's all I remember. I know there was other stuff after that, but I don't remember it.
I love recalling dreams and retelling them. It's a lot of fun.
Marie's dream
i had a really weird one about a year ago that , indirectly, caused me to move to newfoundland!
i had been up for a whole week, no sleep, trying to figure out what direction i wanted to go with my business as far as expansion possibilities.
i finally passed out from sheer exhaustion, and had a dream (i'd been listening to alot of gbs that week, i think the lack of sleep and listening to em messed with my dreams a bit..)
where alan kinda descended out of the sky with this halo thing, and he said " you're gonna move to newfoundland"
i think that was it. it was pretty weird, and i woke up and decided, just for the hell of it, to go into the #newfoundland channel on irc and find out more about it. i ended up meeting a wonderful guy, and about a month later, i packed up my car and drove to newfoundland, and haven't been home since. i got here april 14th last year, and on april 18th, me and ted will have been together a year.
VERY glad i had that weird dream. don't think i would have ever had any reason to go into that irc channel if i hadn't. and i KNOW my business wouldn't be going as well in winnipeg
Jane in Virginia's dream
I’m driving fast as I can on I 95 , weaving through four columns of traffic, in a rush to make it on time to a Great Big Sea concert. People are flipping fingers and lights at me but I really don’t care. I look in my rear view and see flashing lights. I pull over looking for my way around this one. It’s a typical cop wearing reflecting specks, reminds me of some pictures of Séan at various festivals. Actually it is Séan.
Séan makes a very handsome cop; he’s very correct "Lady, have you any idea how fast you were going? I could write up the book on you". I tell him I’m sorry and that I’d much rather he wrote a song. He’s going to let me go with a warning until I show him the bottle of gin in the backseat and tell him he should take me downtown.
He escorts me to the paddy wagon. In the back behind the chainlink there’s a guy with glasses and another with a goatee. And I’m kind of wishing I could be back with them or in the front with the handsome copper but instead I’m stuck with this big black and white dog that’s drooling on my new shirt. I’m saying "get down" when it smiles an evil grin, says I’m a dog and starts licking my face.
I wake up to my dog licking me in the face, trying to wake me so that I’ll let her out.
"Ich bin ein Neufundlander"????
Vanessa's dream
I have this bizarre recurring dream.
I'm not even in it. There's this very large, very green barn. The sky is very blue. Séan is always doing something very farmer-like, with either wheat or corn. Then my friend Jennifer comes walking down a path in a very farmer's-wife kind of print dress. Séan is always wearing big rubber boots, overalls and a blue shirt.
She tells him it's time to eat. They go into the farm house and she cooks him an asparagus and cottage cheese omlette.
That's it, that's the entire dream. The thing is I've had it about five or six times, and I never remember my dreams!
Weirdness abounds!
It certainly does.... though it would have been weirder if Séan was wearing the dress.
Fiona again!
It's not very long, and I don't think it's worth it putting it up, Teddy. Yeah, but I'm like a tabloid - I'll print anything!
But, here goes. Darrell was not in it. I feel sorry for him, he so rarely makes it into my dreams. Anyway, we were at an outdoor festival and I was standing stage Bob, which wasn't where bob was as you'll understand in a minute. Out come Alan, Bob and Séan. Bob sits himself down behind a drum kit. I remember shouting "A drum kit??!!!???". Alan had no instrument, and Séan a really freaky bodhran in his hands and some other sort of drum on his head. Yes, you read it right. The drum was on his head. Kind of on this stand that sat a top this head facing slighty to the side so he could hit it. Alan was looking the way he looked a few years ago, in 95 or so.
The guys then started to sing Barrett's Privateers. I remember thinking, "oh, i don't like this. They're not harmonizing very well during the chorus." I think this comes from the fact that the evening before, I had listened to the song on the NeedFire soundtrack and I love the harmony in it.
The dream didn't make it all the way through the song, but not once did I hear Bob play those drums or see Séan try to play the drum on his head. I think I might have heard the bodhran, but I'm not sure.
Fiona
P.S. And forgive me all, but I think I've been listening to Ann Arbor too much. I'm ashamed to say that I'm developing an Alan stutter. I hate it for more reasons than one. The stutter is annoying first of all, but the fact that I'm getting it from Alan? Yikes! That seriously scares me.
This woman is SERIOUSLY addicted! And here's a dream photo to prove it...
ALL credit - photo and, erm, creativeness, to Fiona :o)
Darlene's dream
Well, I guess I've read enough about other people's Great Big Sea dreams for it to finally happen to me...not that it was worth the wait or anything.
The GBS portion of my dream consisted of the boys onstage and Alan was giving away bread. Yes, bread. Not long crusty loaves of French or Italian bread, but sliced wheat. That's it. Ho, hum....
My other GBS reference is this...I put on an old B52's CD, Cosmic Thing. During the song, "Roam," I coulda sworn I heard them say "Great Big Sea."
So, I checked the lyrics page and sure enough after the "bridge" they sing:
Fly the great big sky
Neat huh? Or am I just bored to death?!? : )
Er - both? Though I suppose the bread thing makes a difference from him stealing people's Guinness for the 'sociables'!
Vanessa's other one
Lest you need a warning that chocolate, fritos, and a power nap while Great Big Sea plays in the back ground is not a good idea, let me share this with you. I was working on a research project who's dead line was fast approching. I scarfed down a Wonderbar, and then started in on the Fritos. I know, I know, not exactly the Pritikin Diet is it. Anyway, I started to feel sleepy, so put my head down on my desk. I guess I slept a little more deeply than I intended 'cause I had a dream. What a truly bizzarre dream it was! Sean was in it, but he wasn't Sean (someone please say they know what I mean), he was this guy Tom that I went to high school with many moons ago, and could not stand. And Teddy (yes our Teddy) was in the dream too. Now let me just say that I have never met Teddy, and chances are pretty good that I will never meet her face to face (after she reads this she may fear the fact that our meeting is even a remote cosmic possibility). I couldn't describe what the Teddy person in my dream looked like I just know it was her. Anyway, she and Sean (Tom) got in a fist fight over a pink sparkly t-shirt while Time Brings plays in the background. Then I woke up, and Time Brings was playing on my stereo. I don't post here very often, and now that I have frightened everyone I will resume my semi-lurker status.
Don't be afraid, I'm mostly harmless!
Er - okay. If you say so. Though I CAN see Séan in pink spangles ;o)
The beginning had nothing to do with the guys, but it was all a part of the story, so I'll start there. I was at my highschool (which I haven't been to in 4 years), and for some reason rolling around the hallways on rollerblades, I had no classes, I think I might have been working in the school library, but I'm not sure. I was in the library, and Saabira (woman from the Waterloo Chronicle) was there working the sign-out computer. She wasn't feeling well, so she asked me to take over. Well, one of the books I couldn't get to go through. Finally it did and then someone came to take over. Now, this dream is in about 3 different segments, with no transition between. All of a sudden I was sitting on a couch in this library, but now it looked more like the library I used to work in. Sitting there with me was Alan and....*drum roll please * DARRELL!!! Yes, Darrell made it into my dream!! Bob and Séan, this time, skipped off to the pub before the dream came rolling in. Anyway, on with the story. There was a fourth person there, I don't know who it was, but I knew at the time. We are all reading books, I'm reading my Celtic Heritage magazine, which was incredibly boring for some reason, seemed to be full of ads. I wanted to make conversation which was not working me: "I'm in the middle of so many books. Contact, Tom Jones, [something else] and my Celtic Heritage magazine." silence. OK, they don't want to to talk, fine, I'll read. This other person had to go somewhere, but brought a chair over and placed it facing me slightly to my left. "Why don't one of you sit here, so you're not all in a line?" Reluctantly, Darrell gets up and sits in it, while I turn to be facing more diagonally.
Now, all of a sudden, I'm alone at home. My sister Shelley calls. "I have these two guys here with me and they want to answer a question of yours. They are Alan and Darrell. Should I put them on, or bring them over? I'll bring them over." click. I didn't seem to be overly surprised that Alan and Darrell were going to drop by my house. Anyway, there's a ring at the door. I go down to answer it, there's Shelley, Alan and Darrell. They come in, Shelley leaves. Now, we're upstairs sitting on my father's bed and Darrell has pulled the desk chair up to the bed and is sitting in it. We are eating these HUGE nuts that I brought home from work. (I was back working at that library). And we're chatting. Alan was telling me about some sort of ancient stone scribings. I figure that must have been the question I had asked them that they came over to answer. I don't remember what Darrell said, if anything. Alan was babbling. I heard a sound. "Was that the doorbell?" The both get confused thinking that I meant something in what Alan was telling me. "No, the doorbell here. Was that the doorbell?" Darrell: "Oh yah. pause. Should I get it?" me: "No, I'll get it." I start to get up and Alan grabs on to my wrist. Seems he was enjoying talking with me and didn't want me to leave to go answer the door. So, Darrell goes down to answer it. All I can hear is some muffled talking down there. There's silence in the bedroom as I'm trying to break open one of these HUGE nuts. I get it open. THis thing is huge, i'm not kidding, it's almost a foot long. While I'm eating it I say to Alan, "You know one of the things I love about working at the library? Everyone brings in food." pause. "So, how did you meet up with my sister?"
That's when my brother knocked on my door to ask if he could use my computer later today. I never did find out.
Alex again
I made my second Gbs related dream, but maybe I should say "Alan's related dream":
I was at a party with famous people (but I have no idea of who they were)and I was walking around when I felt attracted by a man in a corner. Suddenly I knew he was a very famous tattooer even if he was acting like a dj.
I realized I was there to have a tattoo done and I went to talk to him. I explained him I wanted a tattoo on my back but he said:"No way, I do not wanna ruin your skin and tattooes are just useless stuff" (strange tattooer!!!!:)).
I was so firm in my decision and I kept on insisting but without speaking, just with my thoughts, but he refused. I decided to explain the shape I wanted to convince him, and it was Alan's Celtic Sailor knot. When the guy knew the meaning of the knot finally said "all right, you'll get it".
Any idea of the meaning (except that I'm watching too many photos with Alan!!!!!)?
What the hell do you put in your Tagliatelli Alfredo e Funghi????
Mary in Buffalo
Hi guys! I'm at work and have nothing to do!! Anyways i've been meaning to post about this anyways Okay i have never in my live had a GBS dream....well unil fri night that is...i really wanted to go to stardust on SAT but due no $ and no one to go with me to Toronto i couldnt...so anyways first a quick recap of my dream
...2 of my friends and I just happened to be in Toronto...and just happened to go by the grounds where stardust was...and i hadn't realized it was going to be in that spot..i was like "hey i know this area" so i walk in and i see Fiona standing right up at the front of the crowd so i went up to her and was like "HEY!!" She says "what are you doing here??" me:"we were just wandering around Toronto and i found this place" Fi: "well stay for the concert there is a spot right here up front" well now i couldn't not stay...i had lost my 2 friends at this point..had to go find them to convince them to stay..so anywasy ...i stayed the opening bands came on and then some guy comes out and says "okay now Great Big Sea will be coming out but they are going to be on the stage at the other end" So now everyone had to turn around to see GBS...now we were in the BACK!!! (strange i know) anyways somehow we managed to get to the front again all the way from the back...and since GBS had their own stage they were just hanging out on the stage shaking peoples hands in the crowd and talking and such....okay so then they went on and everything was kewl.....
next part of my dream was that it was now SUNDAY and somehow i was at stardust again!! But this time i was SMART!!! we went to the back wehre GBS would be playing....well we were in the front of the stage where GBS would play but all the other bands were playing on the other stage which we were in the way back for..next thing i know BNL is playing on that stage and i'm way in the back..so devastating..but yet i stayed in my spot to be front and center for GBS!!!
**note to anyone who doesn't know...i have been for many yrs a huge bnl fan...obsessed..but recently GBS are overtaking that obsession so i'm thinking this was some sort of sign!!!
Ah, it sounds like you're acquiring some GOOD taste!
Dr T.
About 3-5 days after the Buffalo show I had the following dream:
First one bit of background that might help. I used to work in a science museum, and in the gift shop we sold these little things called holodiscs, about the size of a CD, and you'd spin them on any hard surface and stare down into the center of them, and they'd make these funky visual patterns that looked like they had depth, instead of being flat. Y'know, optical illusion stuff. Hours of amusement for the staff, there. You'll see why this background might be useful. Here's the dream...
All of us who were at the Buffalo show are sitting around on the steps (as we actually were at the time), only Bob was with us, just kind of hanging out before the show. We all had our TURN CDs with us, and we were spinning them on the steps. Each time someone would spin one, a big cloud of colored smoke would poof! up from it and form these weird smoke shapes in the air. One person spun their TURN CD on the steps, and this puff of blue smoke came up and made the shape of a genie. Someone else tried it, and a puff of green smoke shot up and formed into the shape of a fish. The idea was that if you'd gotten the knack of spinning the CD in just the right way, the coolest shapes would be produced. So we'd made a game of it, and everyone was going around--Hap, Fiona, Spinne, Bob--taking TURNS spinning their CD on the ground, and all of us awarding points to those who produced the coolest shapes. Then someone (might've been me) jumped up and said, "Wait a minute, isn't this going to mess up the music? I mean, we're spinning these things face down on the concrete!" (actually the phrase wasn't "mess up," but this is the PG version). Then I woke up.
Just this afternoon while napping (still recovering from Saturday, apparently!), I had a dream that I don't remember except that GBS was singing Bob Dylan's "The Times They Are A' Changin'" a capella with four part harmonies and Alan taking lead. It was astounding!! I can still hear it in my head, "Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown...." Wow! And I haven't heard that song in AGES, so I'm not sure what prompted it, but now I REALLY want them to cover it. I wish you could all hear it--it was great.
No Accounting for the Unconscious,
Have you seen a Dr lately, Dr? Not a bad idea for a cover, though.....
Fiona
Well, thanks to all the talk of Cellos, I had a dream last night that I was playing a cello again. I was in this orchestra. Now, since I've grown since I last played cello, I couldn't get the peg at the bottom long enough for me. No matter how much I lengthened it, the tuning peg box was resting on my shoulder, instead of being just above it. The open notes were fine, but I never could find that A above open G. It had a lot to do with the fact that it wasn't high enough for me. Now, the whole time I was doing this, trying to get the cello to the right height for me to play and failing, the guys...well, Darrell and Bob anyway...were driving around this racetrack that went all the way around the orchestra, in these little tiny racecars. When Darrell drove by me, he was just looking straight ahead, when Bob drove by, he was checking his hair. Put his hand up to check the little spikey bits at the front. In my dream, I burst out laughing at that.
So, there ya go. Another glimpse into my demented mind.
This is Fiona's Great Big Dream No 4....... draw your own conclusions!
Butterfly's 2 (count 'em!) dreams....
The First One:
The Second One:
Okay, that's the way to go! Keep GBS permanently in your subconscious! Though I gotta say, I don't fancy Darrell's cooking.......
More from Butterfly
I dreamt last night that Alan was a heavy metal rock star. He had left GBS and was doing a solo thing.I was at a concert where he was playing and he recognized me and asked me to come and hang out on his bus. Well of course I went. It was weird because You know the typical rock star, in for it because of the money. What really shocked me was that he was the same old Alan. Always thinking of others. That's our Alan for ya!
Okay, what is this woman on, and how do the rest of us get some?
Mich.....
Yes, I've actually decided to post this. It happened quite a few nights ago but never had the time to post before this. I was wandering through a park near my house, when I ran into the entire band. Don't ask me what the hack they were doing walking through a really small, unknown park like Sheridan Hills, but they were. ANd for some reason, they had their instruments with them (not THOSE instruments, although we can assume they were present as well). Let me tell you, Bob was having a few difficulties. The price one pays for playing so many different instruments, I guess. Anyways, they were hopelessly lost in Sheridan Hills (another impossibility, but I'll continue) and I ran into them while out for a walk. So we all started talking, and when I learned that they were lost, I offered to let them come over and use my phone to call Danny to come and get them. Danny was a few hours away in another town for some reason, setting up for a concert. He told the guys to jsut wait at my place until he could get there (here) with the van to pick them and their instruments up. While we were waiting for Danny, the five of us lounged around in my basement (and for some reason we had a flip and %$#&!, which my mom is thinking about getting, so I won't have to sleep on the floor at Christmas when we have so many relatives over). The guys took turns calling their relatives in Newfoundland (including their lovely ladies) -- it was a Sunday, so we didn't have to even think about long-distance charges -- while everyone else took turns on the computer (although at one point the five of us were all trying to huddle around it at the same time, which is a really funny sight) and watching t.v (including all the GBS stuff I have on tape. They were really getting a laugh out of watching themselves on tape). The guys felt really bad about being on the internet so long (they had a lot of reading to get caught up on in the Kitchen and they even knew how to get in here, and thoroughly enjoyed the posts, especially ATGBST. They admitted to lurking in the Powder Room every time they were on the Internet), so they decided to do a private performance for me (good thing they had their instruments with them) and Séan volunteered his extra bodhran (does he even HAVE an extra bodhran?) as a gift that they all signed. After a nice home-cooked dinner by my mom (they really appreciated that because they'd been on the road for a while and had been eating out all the time), they played a final few tunes until Danny arrived (for some reason it had taken him all day). They packed up their stuff, loaded it into the van, thanked me for the use of hte computer (not a prob when you have the wave with unlimited access 8P) and the phone (hey, even Great Big Sea can appreciate not having to pay the long distance charges to talk to their loved-ones long-distance. Good thing there is the Bell $20/month thing because the phone was in constant use), and were off with a kiss and hug and a promise to stay in touch.
A nice tidy wrap-up to the dream and everything.
What does this dream tell you?? For starters, I spend way too much time thinking about/listening to GBS music, and of course I spend too much time in the Powder Room (it's expected that they would go to the Kitchen, but HERE! Eeek!). Now to pull out the dream analysis book and see what it really means...
Herself The Elf, Duelling with her subconscious...
Not quite as good as my previous one, but it solves the mystery of Sean's hair. I'm wandering around downtown Edmonton... only it's not really what Edmonton looks like, I just know it's Edmonton. At this point, Raelyn shows up (she always seems to feature in my GBDs). I'm not sure how we ran into the guys or what we said to them at first, but Alan was wearing a black leather biker jacket... It didn't look bad on him, just out of character. So we talk to them for a little bit and then somehow Rae and I ended up in a car with Sean, following the van containing Alan, Darrell and Bob. They were off to lunch, and I have no idea why we were with them. So I have no idea what to say to Sean because I've never really thought about meeting him. So I say, "You guys are just bizarre!" (It must have been relevant to something...???) And then Rae says, "You're one to talk! You're the most bizarre person I know." Sean looks kinda like he's wondering why he had us in his car. But I just grin at him like I'm proud of it (which I usually am *L*), and he flashes me his dimples. Then we pull onto this cosy quaint side street and stop and Darrell and Bob go into this little cafe. Alan comes towards us and makes some signal to Sean to go with him. But before getting out of the Sean pulls out this ancient-looking electric hair clipper (I have no idea where it was plugged in), and starts touching up the right side of his hair! (So that solves that mystery... *L*) Then we all get out of the car and Rae and I are discussing whether we should go or stay. Alan and Sean go into this other store, and it seems as if they've got something to discuss... Alan seemed kind of aloof the whole dream... Anways, we end up deciding to leave, but then we go into the cafe where Bob and Darrell are. And Darrell says "Hey sweetie!" Raelyn answers him, but he says, "No, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to my replacement." and he points to me. And I'm thinking, "He remembers!" Apperently, I'd met Darrell before and we'd talked about me replacing him (even though I have a hopelessly soprano voice and wouldn't know where to start with an electric bass...) At this point, I realise that Darrell has a moustache and Bob has disappeared. Then Darrell says to me, "Do you wanna learn a trick on the low-D whistle? I can run out to the van and get it..."
At this point, I woke up, looked at the clock, and realised that I had slept in and wouldn't make it to my first class. *sigh* What is it with me mixing up the instruments in my dreams? First, Bob has the bodhran, now Darrell has the low-D whistle... What's next? Sean with the squeeze-box and Alan with the fiddle?
Trace
The only time I've ever come close to having a GBS-related dream is one where I dreamed (duh!) that there was a big crowd of people in a circle around me, like they were watching me perform (Shakespeare? fire-eating? about to stone me to death?), and Alan was about 3 rows back, just watching me, looking really bemused. What I remember is that his eyes were like lasers and he had immensely wide shoulders. What does this mean? What? What?
Whatever you ate before bed that night, don't ever do it again! *L* - Herself
Nixie
Ok it was a weird one. I was standing there with Bob and we were outside some building cuz there was an bomb threat. (In the past 2 years our schools have had bomb threats at least once a week and the past 2 weeks it has been every day UGH!) At somepoint the bulding changed or something (I don't know) and Bob mentioned something about having to find something to eat. I told him we had sandwich stuff in the house and we walked into my house. OK now comes the wierd part.... the next thing I know Bob and Artie(hubby) were standing at the kitchen counter watching the little 8 inch tv we have in there and eating turkey sandwiches on white bread. (Anyone wanna gander at the significance of that?) The Bob was done and we went in the living and sat down on the love seat (but not close. I think I sat on the opposite arm) and were talking about birthdays. Alan and Sean and a fourth man were in the room too. (It wasn't Artie though. He kinda disappeared. Maybe he was doing the dishes :-) )
Bob mumbled something about not knowing why everyone was so hung up on whether Alan was a gemini. At this point Alan laughed and I said "But he isn't a gemini. His birthday is May 20th!" and then I proceeded to tell Alan that he was a Taurus and a definite bull! Sean was just kinda standing there (and Darrell since he wasn't even clear in the dream was being mysterious.) And Bob sighed and walked out the fornt door. Alan said "Well I guess we better go" and they all headed to the door. I said goodbye to Bob annd he muttered something not too friendly back. By this time Alan was also out the door and heading to the big dark blue lincoln town car he drove the b'ys over in. He thought the bus would be too big to drive onto my street. I said to Sèan "Is Bob really upset that I said Alan's birthday out loud?" and Sèan gave me the nicest smile (sigh) and said (in a New York city accent) "well he is funny about that. I dunno why. But we will see you at the shows tonight. enjoy it!"
Then I woke up!
Told you it was wierd and I am guessing the moral of the dream is don't let Bob eat a turkey sandwich on white bread cuz it makes him grumpy...
Stacy
Well, I had my first GBD--but it was short and not much happened. (Although it had potential; )
For some reason, I was getting a computer put into my bedroom and all the b'ys were there, trying to "help" me. *ahem* I just remember sitting at the computer and praying it would hook up to the net the right way, and they were standing around behind me, looking over my shoulder.
Next thing I know, I'm sitting in bed with Alan (yes, under the covers *g*). I was wearing a night shirt and I think (it's hazy, okay?: ) he had on a shirt and boxers or pants. (nothing like the pic Teddy did, anyhoo). And then I woke up. Short, sweet and strange.
I mean, so much potential, just wasted. I hate my alarm clock! *pout*
Vanessa....
Last night I hade this very bizzarre dream. In the back yard of the house I lived in about ten years ago, there was a very rickety plywood stage set up on top of some speakers. At either end of the stage was a teeny tiny goal. Darrell, Séan, Bob and Alan were playing hockey with little blue plastic sticks, and one of my mittens was the puck. Thomas Trio in the Viking garb they were wearing in "Secret Nation" were the ref as well as the commentators. Unfortunately, the stage kept buckling and swaying, which made things very interesting. Did I mention that the stage/playing surface was about 10' square? Then all of a sudden a dog took off with my mitten, and the guys were kinda standing there looking like they didn't know what to do. then Alan looked at me and tried to convince me to give them my other mitten. I said no way, and took off running. They all gave chase and we ended up going around and around in circles inside my highschool gym. The end. So, have I sufficiently frightend anyone with the personal fortitude to wade through the above? If I hadn't scared poor Alan to death with our earlier meetings, this should certainly do the trick!
And here's another.....
So, it's night time, and I'm in my room, in the house I lived in when I was, like, 8 or so. But I'm the age I am now. And I'm not seeing myself, like a movie, but I'm actually participating in the dream, if that makes any sense. While I'm sitting there, I hear singing coming from the back yard. I look out through these ugly lace curtains and there in the backyard is Alan. Now, just try and picture this. Alan Doyle is standing in an empty Mr. Turtle Pool, wearing a whacked out kilt (I think it was actually paisley or something like that, anyway, certainly not tartan) and singing Swahili folk songs at the top of his lungs! It wasn't his voice either, it was actually the voice of a native KiSwahili speaker. Too weird! Can't for the life of me remember what song it was he was singing. I think it may have been some kind of praise song, about goats or cattle or something. For those of you wondering how on earth I would be able to recognize a Swahili folk song when I hear it, my undergrad is in African Studies, and GBS is one of a select few groups I listen to that a)sing in English and b)are not from Sub Saharan Africa.
Just keep picturing it, it gets funnier!
Okay, Ness, pass 'em around, whatever it is that you're on!
AngB
The only GBS dream I've had is when one of the band members and myself wake up in a life size box of Corn Flakes. Don't know where that one came from, but one was odd enough!
Short, but an interesting picture!
Herself The Elf
The first one, very obviously, didn't come true. I had this dream before the winners for the Molson House Party were announced. In it, I was just walking and talking with Alan, nothing really personal, just kind of getting-to-know-you stuff. Anyway, that was about it till the end when he said, "I'll see you at the House Party." So for a while, that gave me hope, until the winners were announced. :) And I didn't go, but oh well.
Anyway, my second dream, once again featured mainly Alan (are you noticing a theme here?), although the other guys appeared briefly. Except Sean I think... I don't know where he was. Anyway... The b'ys and I were at a community dance in my hometown (which has 1100 people in it, by the way, and there's no way the b'ys would ever go there, but who needs realism in dreams?). So I danced with Alan first, then Darrell, then Bob, and I think Bob went to go look for Sean and never came back and that's why I didn't get to dance with Sean. Anyway, so I danced with Alan again, some weird two-step thingy, and my mom got mad at me because she thought it was inappropriate. I don't know. It was just a dance really. And that's pretty much the end of the dream.
Ardra
...a while ago there was one where I was in the grocery store with a friend of mine, just walking about, and then I saw the guys walking around (I think they were looking for milk. . . .) except Bob wasn't there for some reason. Anyhoo, we went to talk to them but they ignored us or didn't hear us or something, except as they were walking out the door, Sean (he didn't look anything like Sean, but I knew it was him -- you knw how dreams are!) turned around and said "hi" and shook our hands briefly before dissappearing out the door. Neither of us thought of following them, of course!
Oh, and there was one recently where there was a concert up on the new soccer field on campus (In a town that could battle Petty Harbour for tininess, betcha anything!) and so I was gonna go. Unfortunately this building was in the way. We decided to propel down the side and then climb up some hill to get there. So, we get to the top of the hill (my mum was there for some reason, I dunno.) and I don't hear any music. We look out and there is the deserted stage (with wind blowing and papers on the ground, blowing in the breeze, the whole lot! and even some guy sweeping up!). So this guy tells us it was canceled and we're all dissappointed. But for some reason we don't give up and we go searching again. We run down another hill to get to another soccer field and -- taa daa! -- there they are. And we enjoy the concert. I think it must have had something to do with me not being able to get to any concerts.
Ém
Now let me tell you about me GBD. I happened not last night but Saturday night. I was in the States to attend a show with Isa and Fran (I think). We had gotten in the city in the afternoon and went to our hotel to put our luggages and to fresh up before lunch. We go to eat, then the boys show up at the resto we were! They came to sit with us since Alan knows Fran. So we spend part of the afternoon there with them. Then we go back to the hotel: surprise, we are at the same hotel and their rooms are right next to ours! Cool cool cool cool!!!! So we are all in the hall when Fran remembers she has to leave to meet someone in town (WHY SHE DID THAT NO IDEA!!!). Isa and I found ourselves without a ride to the show, so Alan jumps on the occasion to kindly offer us to bring us there with them, but if we do, "you two will have to bear with the four of us from now til the show cause we are leaving in ten minutes"!!! BOY! ISN'T THAT TOO BAD??? So Isa and I consulted each other (we would have looked stupid yelling "Yes" right away) and tell him we accept his kind offer. At that point in my dreams, we have became really good buddies with them, kind of like we knew them for a long time and it was no big deal. So we all get in our separate rooms to get ready. After, we go downstair to meet them. After a while, only Darrell is missing. I offer to go get him. I knocked on his door and asked him "Can I come in? Are dressed already?" He says yes so I go in. Then I tell him (the guts I have sometimes!) "Geez, it's too bad you are already dressed, I missed that show!" lol! He had a huge laugh, then he put his arms around me and we go back downstairs. Now, the rest of my dream is not really clear cause I started to wake up, but I think that downstairs, Séan was holding Isabelle's hand. We went with them to the place they were playing, went backstage and stayed there thru the soundcheck, and hang around with them till show time. Then Isa and I left to meet with friends in the crowd and Alan asked us with a hopeful face :"we'll see you guys after the show, right?" "Of course we will" do we answer, as if we'd turn THEM down!!! So they all kiss us goodbye and I think Bob told us he'd dedicate a song to us two! That is when I woke up.
Ém again!
My dream was in two parts. First, I was with a couple of girls I barely knew, at a women wrestling game (?????). On the complete other side of the ring were our four beloved men, all wearing the same baby blue sweater, each sporting a different letter on front. Alan was filming the game on his camrecorder. A new game starts, but the girl is not even able to jump over the ring, so Alan rushes on stage to give her a hand. Then he goes back to the boys. Bob, Séan and Darrell totally can't believe Alan did that. They all shake their heads and pat him on the back, with a look that says "Of course we know you only did that to help out, and not to get close to the wrestling chick wearing a tiny bikini, of course we know… You are such a good soul…."
Then cut and forward to a huge family reunion of mine. All my uncles, ants, cousins from both sides of my family are there, plus a bunch that look familiar, but that I don't quite know. I ask my Grampa (who is actually dead BTW) who those people are. He answers that they are cousins of him he haven't seen in decades and they come from some other province. Fine by me. Amazingly, I am the only one who is 20-ish. Even my cousins that are close to my age are now back to diapers. I am surrended by people over 40 and younger than 5. So I play with the kids and I am bored out of my mind. Looking at the crowd, I notice someone that looks familiar…brownish hair, shoulder length….naaa, too far, don't recognize that person. So I take a sit in the church with my parents as the ceremony is about to begin (weird, I never go to church).
Some people sit behind me and start talking in English. Puzzled by that (my family is all French remember) I turn around and almost get a heart attack: ALAN IS SITTING RIGHT BEHIND ME, SMILING AT ME!!!! OMIGAWD!!! His dad introduces them all, telling me he is a far relative of my Grampa! All throughout the ceremony, all I can think of is the guy behind and I have an awful time trying not to turn around…
Did I mention that I am wayyyyyy overdressed? I am wearing my Titanic dress(the one in which Rose drown at the end. My mom made me that dress for the purpose of a costume party and it's beautiful, btw) and everyone else is casual dressed. No idea what is that about….
So the ceremony end and Alan start talking to each other at the same time. We are both glad we found someone our age to talk to (8 years gap doesn't matter in my dream). So we chat, laugh, get along, get to know each other, blablabla. I found out that Jo is now history!!!!!! Wahoooooooo! Suddently, I ask him if he remembers me from November 28th in Quebec City. He doesn't and is so embarrassed not to! He appologies profusely. I tell him it might be better this way and we laugh. We them comment on how hard we both partied that night and how much fun we had. I one point, I realize it is freaking hot in that dress and I must change. My mom comes with me to the bathroom with my overnight bag to help me change (???).
But the only change of clothes my mom braught me is old ones I had used to paint me bedroom!!!! I can't wear that! Plus, I start to freak out cause I just figured that I haven't shave my legs and I am all hoary (Trish's hoar obsession is spreading….). So I have nothing suitable to wear, I am sitting in the bathroom crying wearing only my underwears and pantyhose, totally freaking cause Alan is waiting for me outside and I can't get out! Mom is wondering what is the big deal with that guy. So I am crying, desesperately trying to make her understand that he has broken up with Jo, that we are hitting it off quite good, that I might have a chance with him and that I want to impress him. For some reason, my initial dress had disapear. I was going through the ugly clothes in my bag when…
…the phone rang and I woke up. It was about time I wake up cause my great dream had turned into quite a nightmare by the end. So there you go! Did not continue my dream when I fell back asleep this time. Bummer….
Donna
I was shopping in Walmart (hush already!!) with my munster riding the cart attempting to pull down the entire store, when he spots a darling little girl, crying under one of the clothing racks. I get down and talk her out, and she clings to my neck as we attempt to find her parents. She is shopping with her Daddy, but won't tell me his name (you all see where this is going?). We are walking around the store with Caitlin (must be since Trish is home!) hanging onto my neck and Austin making conversation from the cart...
It is a comfortable situation to be honest. I really love kids and do seem to get on well with them. After a short time, she tells me all about shopping and Newfoundland (OMG, I forgot to mention we are shopping in St John's Walmart!!). She tells me how nice I am to help her and gives me a little kiss on the cheek. Not long after, we spot Daddy in a frantic conversation with a couple staff members...(I better cut to the chase here, or it will be all night for you to read this!!). It is BOB!! Caitlin runs up to him and tells him how "Donna and Austin were helping me to look for you..." Very sweet. Bob looks a little confused, like he should know me, but doesn't really click until he sees my boy. "Oh the cutest Fan?!? YOU are Donna?" Very cool, and of course I am feeling a little awkward. Caitlin tells Bob that we should come home with them for dinner, and he promptly invites us home with them. long story, not so long. We went!! Nice little house, very comfortable, and they were all sooooo friendly.
After dinner, Sandy (sorry, can't control errors in dreams) says that I should lay Austin down upstairs so we can have some wine and chat more. She was soo happy to finally meet me. (as if eh?) While I am upstairs with my munster, Bob is on the phone... Guess who he calls?? Not long, and Alan and Jo come up the walk. I told Bob's wife, that I simply couldn't handle having them both in the same room. She turns to Bob and says "That's it babe, you are on the porch for the rest of the evening." very cute. You don't want to hear everything, right? Darrell arrives alone. Not sure what to say about that, but he was polite and friendly, and didn't seem to feature prominently in the dream. Dimple boy arrives on the scene with a wrapped gift for me. Are you following me here? I open it after much delay, and the b'ys are all on the edge of their seat. It is FISH SAUCE!! I go shades of crimson and ask "You don't go to the powder room, do you?" They laugh, and Alan says, "someone get this girl another drink, it is going to be a wicked night!"
I am so flipping out at this point, and they are all soo pleased with themselves, but none more than alan. Bob's wife says something about the 'man's undeniable love of affection!' Jo says, "It is all he can do to keep from posting in there, but he knows it would end the conversation!"
I am still in shock. They read ATGBST! Alan knows all about the royalty, and the stories...the pictures...OMG
After letting me suffer through this for a few hours... I say that I really should get going. I told Babs I would call her from the hotel. Bob quickly says that I could use the phone in the other room, but Alan says "let's call from here and put her on speaker phone!!" next scene I am already talking to Babs, and telling her about some of the cool people that I have met on my trip, and it seems to be days later, and she is worried about me! (just like her!!). I have been out of touch for days, and although there was a post from me in the chat, it didn't sound right, or something. I say "let me put you on speaker phone, so you can talk to my friends."
greetings from each and every person in the room, and she is so confuzzled, that she asks to be taken off speaker phone. Alan says " Barbara, what kind of a queen doesn't want to talk to her hoary god?" Can you all hear Babs screaming??? That is what woke me up!!
It was just too funny that they knew all about the room, and the topics, and the pictures, and well loved all the silliness. Even the ladies, which I am sure put my somewhat guilty mind at rest!? It seems I spent days with Bob and his family, and did some posting with Alan in the chat. I lose parts, but dreams don't usually stay so vivid for me. Must be the subject matter.
So let this be a warning to everyone. KEEP UP THE SILLINESS!!! :-)
Did I mention that Austin hugged Bob? That is totally my goal in life now! He will certainly think I am insane, but *shrug* somethings are just plain, worth doing!
Carla
OK ladies, please don't think I am crazy here, but I totally had a hot dream about me and Dimples. It was so weird. I was totally making out with him at this club, I don't know where we were.
In my dream I was at the concert with friends, and then we went to this bar. GBS was there and BAM. Kissing galore.
I know it is pathetic, has this kind of dream happened to anyone else?
No. Unfortunately. What's the secret????
Herself The Elf
I was at a very small outdoor-ish concert (it seemed to be inside, but it looked like a festival-type setting). When I got there, the ticket lady told me that there wasn't a seat for me on the benches, so she lead me over to an ironing board and told me I had to sit there. It was waaay at the side and to the back, but because of the smallness of the venue I still had a clear view of Alan. So the concert hadn't started yet, but I was tired of sitting on the ironing board so I got up to walk around and the ticket lady told me I wasn't allowed to get out of my seat! So back to the ironing board I went. So the concert starts, and for some odd reason I only remember seeing Alan there, though the other b'ys must have been there. Anyway, because the darn ticket lady told me not to move, I couldn't get up to dance. But Alan saw me sitting on the freakin' ironing board and gave me a lot of corner-of-the-eye glances and adorable grins (most likely because I was the only one sitting on a flippin' ironing board! *L*) And for some reason, the amount of people in the audience varied with what song was playing. When certain songs were playing, people would just disappear. So anyway, during intermission, Alan came over to me and talked to me. Actually, he grabbed my hand and held it the entire time (entwined fingers, sort of thing)! I was debating whether to touch his hair, all I had to do was reach up and play with it, but I chickened out. Then he had to leave and play some more. So he left me sitting on my ironing board. After that, though, I got up and walked around and the ticket lady didn't yell at me anymore.
Now by this time, I'm starting to wake up, and I'm in a state of total confusion because I can't figure out why my clock radio says 9:00, and I can still see the setting of the dream, but Alan's disappeared... I went back to sleep, but there was no more Alan. Only iceburgs on the mainland and something about Walmart being evil... I don't get it. *L*
But I got to have a short tryst with Alan, so I'm happy. :)
Carla
OK ladies, please don't think I am crazy here, but I totally had a hot dream about me and Dimples. It was so weird. I was totally making out with him at this club, I don't know where we were.
In my dream I was at the concert with friends, and then we went to this bar. GBS was there and BAM. Kissing galore.
I know it is pathetic, has this kind of dream happened to anyone else?
You may be, but what about US!?!
Gwen
I am now the just-before-falling-asleep state to go to a higher state of obsession and dream of GBS!!!! I spent all night dreaming... Woke up twice and still dreamed of GBS even though the dream wasn't the same..
I can only remember the first one...
I was at school in my English Class and the teacher decided to invite the by's (in fact their was only Alan and Séan there) in class. I was there with some friends in college, high school. Their also was Em, sis, Fran and Stacy...
The guys were sitting at a table and we had to ask them questions but I couldn't find anything to say neither could others.
So finally they stood up and a friend of mine ask me to listen to their music. I put on PLAY and tell her I'll come back cause I needed to talk to Alan..
here's the conversation:
G: Alan, can I talk to you for a sec?
A: Of course
*He takes me aside*
G: Do you remember when you came in Quebec and talked about the Quebecers tradition to give their two kisses when they meet?
He says yes but seems to want to deny it..
G: Well there is something you said when you came here that wasn't right and I just wanted to rectify the situation. You wanted to say "One kiss, two kiss" but you said "Baiser une, baiser deux" and when you say it this way baiser becomes a verb....
He seems to understand what I mean and he starts laughing.. he says thanks and then my stupid dog barks! LOL
All this time Séan was there but didn't said a word...
Alex
So, the environment was like Scotland and I was on the roof terrace of an ancient, huge, stone castle. Dark clouds above me. Close to me, there was Alan with a blue pullover on. He was sitting on a sort of wooden chair and talking to me. Suddenly I was bound to leave him and I kissed him once on a cheeck (like it actually happened)and he told me: "don't go away, I know in Italy it's 2 kisses!" and he kissed me once again and I thought his cheek was too soft! We started talking about Italy and suddenly we were both sitting on the stone floor and he was watching a hockey match on tv. We were both shoeless, and while he was keeping his attention to the tv screen, he was moving his naked foot rhytmically touching my one that was also naked. I thought: Oh yes, must be the real Alan 'cause he always move his foot like that when he's relaxed. And I felt in peace with myself.
Once again suddenly we were not on the castle roof but in the actual hockey match ground. The match was just finished and I was there talking to him when he showed me his cat and I said: "Alan, that's not a cat, it's a goblin!" I was not scared but that cat made me feel anxious: it was light brown, maybe a little yellow, with weird sharp ears and huge cunning eyes on an extremely tiny and sharp face. It had no nose, just expressive eyes and a small mouth. I really thought it was a goblin because of the nose lack. It was staring at me in a weird way, like if he knew about me more than anybody else. I felt anxious and asked Alan to send him away 'cause my cat would have been scared by the goblin. Alan insisted his cat was not dangerous, but in that moment my actual cat appeared and went away 'cause the goblin presence annoyed him.
There's a jump in here, and I'm back on the castle terrace. I know I'm on the roof again but this time the roof is a bunch of green, wet fields with enclosures. I'm anxious 'cause I must see the guys performing and I don't know the time they'll be playing. I see Bob in the distance and follow him walking in the grass. The sky is dark above me. Bob wears a black leather jacket and passes a gate. I enter the gate and stop him asking at what time the concert will be held. He looks bored, tired and cinical. Says something I can't remember and leave me alone. He moves to a barman right at his back and while he moves away I realize he's not Bob but a famous woman (in the dream I knew who she was but now I can't remember..maybe Kathleen Turner...can't say, anyway a woman with ice-eyes) wearing the same jacket. I look at him/her at the bar and think he feels terribly lonely and without hope, so he dresses like a woman to disguise these feeling.
Oooh, spooky.....
Anne
Well, I've had my first GreatBigDream - and on my birthday too!
I dreamt that when I came into school, my Principal told me that my Small Learning Community was having a musical assembly and I had to be Assembly Leader. It wasn't a problem since I'm a "ham" anyway. So the principal says to go in and find out the details so I can introduce the group. Guess who I saw in the auditorium at school? GBS!(didn't see that comin', didja?) Didn't have to talk to them cause I knew who they were. Well I introduced them to the school and they played 3-4 songs then Alan and Bob came down and sat on the piano bench with me and answered questions about Newfoundland and music in general. After the assembly, Bob said he needed someplace out of the way to tune his blue fiddle. (Nothing sexual in that, right?) I offered my classroom of course. When he was finished, I walked Alan and Bob out to their car and thanked them, saying I'd see them at the Troc that night. After they left, I stood there banging my head against the wall because I hadn't gotten any autographs or pictures. I kept saying, "No one will believe me!"
My addiction must be showing, cause my hubby gave me a birthday card and mentioned Alan, Séan, Darrell and Bob in it!
She's hooked now!
Missy
(aka Supermarkets, Tents, Seagulls, Pope Hats and Morphing Alan)
I had this dream awhile ago but never got around to writing it down. So here goes...
For some reason GBS was having a meet and greet at a supermarket and me and my Mom decided to go. We get there and Sean's standing outside playing with some kids. I say hi to him and continue on into the store. There's a line forming to meet the guys so Mom and I get in.
As soon as we got in line the place turned into something like an airport hanger. I was looking around and noticed that Bob was standing right behind me. But he was Bob from a few years ago with long hair and no moustache or goatee. Knowing that he didn't really want to be seen I discretely leaned back and said "Hi, Bob. Great show last night." Apparently we had see a GBS show the night before. He then proceeds to show me how he hurt his hand playing Seagulls. He had a bunch of blisters or something. I apologized for making him play that song. I guess the crowd had been throwing stuffed and squeaky seagulls on stage until they played the song. I thought his hand looked kind of pudgy and when I looked up at him again he had shrunk and was quite a bit wider. Very weird. Then he disappeared. So that was that with Bob...
There's a bit of a commotion behind him me so I turn around. There are two people coming in through the doors, in the weirdest orange outfits (complete with pope-like hat). Turns out it was Alan and his sister. Alan was quite near me when someone asked "Who is that??" I grabbed Alan by the shoulders looked into his face and said "It's Alan." At this point his face lights up and he gives me a big hug but he doesn't let go. So he's talking to someone standing directly behind me with his arms around me. I don't know what to do. Do I hang on? Do I let go? I stand there feeling really dumb for awhile then I decide I might as well just wrap my arms around his shoulders. Anyway, somehow I get untangled and Alan grabs my hand and takes me to a backstage type area to chat. I leave my Mom in line for what are now the ECMAs going on in a big tent. Alan and I lean on the wall by the door with our heads tilted towards each other chatting. I notice that every few moments his outfit changes. Just magically morphs into something new. At one point he morphs into a teal crocheted outfit and I get a frightened look on my face so he morphs again while laughing.
After a bit Sean walks by to come collect him and he bounds off in mid-sentence, down the hall to his dressing room. I think in this dream we were good friends because I decided that he wanted me to wait for him while he changed clothes. I was looking away when all of a sudden a person with long hair and a black suits darts into the tent. But not through the door. They just pick up the bottom and duck under. So I follow in quickly. As soon as I get in the tent the person turns around and it's not Alan at all. It's some middle aged lady. I shrug and go find Mom. She's saved me a seat in the 3rd row on the aisle. Great view of the stage. I think "I've got a great spot for pictures." Then I woke up.
Bizarre, eh?
Yes.
Chris
Isa, Gwen and I are taking a road trip with my dog Toby and their little dog. Unfortunately, the dogs eat too many timbits and end of puking all over my car. Now, according to Gwen, the only way to take care of this situation is to strap the dogs to the roof of the car. So, after securing the dogs to my roof, we all pile into the car and head off down the 401. Somehow, while tying the dogs to the roof Barbara and Cameo (my best friend) manage to slip into the car with us (Barbara is taking pictures of EVERYTHING and Cameo is mumbling about the smell in the car).
The next part I don’t really recall but I thing it involves hot-air ballooning…..
Anyways….we all end up driving someplace where there is a ferry (not fairy) and Stacy is on the upper deck waving at all of us to come onto the ferry. I guess since Stacy is so trustworthy we follow her advice and board (um, I have no idea what happened to the dogs, I hope they are alright). OK, so the doors to the ferry open to reveal…..loads and loads of…..(I hope you are ready for this)….DONKEYS…I mean there are donkeys everywhere…there’s even donkey’s on the ferris-wheel (?). And standing in the middle of all these donkeys is….Fran who is….making guitars….(presumably for the donkeys to play - who knows).
So I’m standing there looking at Fran with all these donkeys when out pops Scott (a really nice guy who I work with) with Alan. Now, Alan is dressed in nothing but red underwear with one sequin (only one sequin). Now, I wish for all of the hoars that I could say Alan looked good mostly naked, but, truth be told, he was just kinda blobbish.
Now we get to the disturbing part…so, Alan is standing there in all his glorious red underwearness and every so often he reaches down, grabs his waistband, stretches it out, looks down and says, “oh methuselah, oh great hairy wonder, wrinkled sage” and stuff like that (mental note to self: do not ever read a book drunk before going to bed) looking for the answers to life’s questions. Now he does this a lot in this dream.
Alright, now by this time we’ve been on the ferry a while and everyone is restless. So, Sean and I go for a run (I’m not sure if we are on the ferry, but, at this point what difference does it make). So, during this run, Sean somehow stubs his toe - really badly and has to be tended to. So two people (now, here I think it is doc and nn but am not sure) start taking care of him. Now, did I mention that Sean is wearing a kilt? OK, so Sean is wearing a kilt and he keeps saying, “Don’t look up my kilt!!!” So, of course EVERYONE looks up Sean’s kilt…at which point doc (I think) says, “Yup, he’s pregnant”. To which Sean replies, “It’s the boot, the damn boot!” (mental note to self: No more Wayne Johnstone novels for me). Now, amidst all of this pandemonium, is a voice in the back-ground yelling, “TAKE OFF THE KILT!” (one can only assume this is em, which would explain why Sean is so concerned that no one look up his kilt in the first place).
The final part of the dream…(thank god, eh?)
We’re all in a bar (I don’t know exactly who, but a bunch of us anyways) and Bob (who is not the same Bob we all know and love but Bob the mailroom guy in my office who is pretty smelly and has NO musical talent at all) is on stage saying, “I don’t know what to make of this” (which is what Bob-the-mailroom-guy says all of the time), wringing his hands and very nervous. And Darrell is asleep in the corner (I think, but maybe it’s someone else)…anyway…the most DISTURBING part is….
So we’re all sitting there waiting for the boys to sing when Alan pulls out the waistband of his red underwear, looks down and mutters, “oh methuselah, oh great hairy wonder, wrinkled sage, what should we do?” and there is a REPLY in an English accent (now, personally, I think this is Teddy for various reasons) “cak man!”. So the boys play “cak man” which is to the tune of “Tax Man”…”Yeah I’m the Cak Man yeah”…
The rest, you really don’t want to know…
All i can say is that if THIS is a GBD, I DON'T EVER WANT ANOTHER!
Actually, I'd prefer that you don't have any more like that! - *the voice from Alan's underpants*
JenntheMessedUpTeen
Okay, first, I'm with my (in the dream) best friend Madonna (???) and she was using me as a model in a red dress and pushup bra which really made my chest look different :) and she was modelling me up and down the runway and all of a sudden I get warped into a dark empty science class and me and my friend are hiding behind a science desk when all of a sudden, Mr.Donahue, the religion teacher and Sean Look Alike, walks in and I notice a Bodhran in the desk, it happens to belong to Mr.Donahue and since I've always wanted one, I asked if I could play it for awhile, he said I could keep it, YAY! As soon as I get my hands on it, I warp to another room, this room's pretty eerie, it's large and empty, and there's a chair in there and a TV. So I sit down and turn on the TV, lo and behold, Alan and Sean were being interviewed on TV. OMG, I was them but they looked a little different! They looked REAL HIGH! Alan had his head in his hands and his hair was longer and straigher and reddish and shiner. And, do y'all know what a cottonball looks and feels like? Well, SEAN'S HAIR WAS A POUFBALL!!! It looked like someone glued a cottonball to his head a dyed it! The roots were dark brown and the rest was a dirty white colour...then all of a sudden, the picture changes and there's Bob, walking down a fleet of stairs IN MY KILT AND NAVY BLUE NYLONS!!! Don't ask me why he was wearin' my kilt and my nylons...he just was...and then I woke up!!! I warned you this is extremely weird!
Kilt I can understand.. but NYLONS??? Weird isn't the word!
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I too had a GBD the other night and it was also really weird. They were performing at a festival for East Coast performers. The show started off with that girl from the ECMA's and chinese girl who was about the same age. They were singing a duet. Then the Fables came on and performed a song. Finally Great Big Sea came on. I think they were singing Mari-Mac. The concert was on a really large stage with a whole bunch of steps coming down onto it. All of a sudden, during GBS's performance, a bunch of dolls who looked exactly like larger versions of the Chinese girl who performed came cascading down the steps onto the stage! Then I woke up.
Cheechi. Who needs to cut down on the caffiene.
Has anyone ever seen "Gods and Monsters"? The biography movie about the guy who produced the Frankenstien movies, and Brendan Fraser's in it? Anyway, I had a dream as a result of watching that with Sean in it...
I was looking out the window, waiting impatiently. Suddenly a big army bus pulls up in front of the house. Sean and my dad get out. Apparently there had been a war in which, out of all the men that I know, only my dad and Sean had to take part. Don't ask why. Anyway, both of them are unharmed. I run out to greet them, but both are very bitter and don't wish to talk to me. Dad say it's because they are tired from battle. Also, I have yet to figure out why Sean would be coming to my place instead of going home to Newfoundland with his family. But I digress...
Upset by their dismissive greeting, I run downstairs to my room and lock the door. I sit on the floor, leading against the door and I cry. This is understandable since I was going crazy trying to find out if they were okay or not, and when they get home they just brush me off. Soon afterwards, mother comes and knocks on the door. I tell her to go away. Moments later, my brother comes down, and the same scenario applies. My father comes down next, appologizing but I tell him to go away as well. By this time, the dog is sitting on the other side of the door, whining occationally. Finally, Sean knocks on the door and doesn't say anything, so I don't know it's him. I tell him to go away as well, but he says "It's Sean. Just open the door okay?" Quickly I get up and open the door, and jump into his arms, bursting into tears again.
Then there's a gap in the dream.
Part two of the dream starts as I come up the stairs, angry at my family for some reason. mother asks if I will help her make iced tea for everybody. I tell her no. She asks Sean if wants iced tea. I see him in the living room, sitting on the couch and he says "yes please". So, I get a few glasses out of the cupboard; like I was going to refuse to make iced tea for Sean. I assume my mother was taking care of the rest of the family's drinks because I only remember taking out two glasses, one for Sean and one for me. Anyway, suddenly mother isn't in the kitchen anymore, but Sean is. We are talking as I make iced tea; he is telling me war stories. He then tries to get me to make up with my family (even though I don't remember why i was angry at them in the first place). He puts his arm around my shoulder, and I put my arm around his waist, and my head on his shoulder. We are leaning against the kitchen sink and looking into the livingroom. For some reason, my entire family is in my line of view, which is strange becuase I don't usually see much of the living room from the kitchen. Anyway, Sean says something about how lucky I am to have a family like mine. We get along so well he says, and I shouldn't alienate myself from them. I say "yeah, your right" or some such thing, and dream is over. (Or at least I don't remember any more)
How is this related to "Gods and Monsters"? The war part and iced tea. Anaylize that one for me...
Errrr.... no thanks. You know, you really should change to Pepsi.
Mel
So here is my GBD, involving this guy:
In the meantime I call Barbara, who is actually just in the other room sleeping (?!) and I tell her Alan Doyle is at my apartment (why she doesn't already know this, I can't understand, but Freud would have a heyday with the rest of this...)
So she freaks out and says I have to call and tell her everything. I leave the line on, put my phone in my laundry basket (!?) and go back out to my living room/bar area. My kitchen, for whatever reason, has been transformed into a bar...this becomes important later.
So Alan sits down at the table and says the interviewer will be there any minute. I smile and he smiles. We start chit-chatting and he really likes me, I can tell. But not in THAT way, it is just he finds me very witty and smart (surprise, surprise!) I am surprisingly calm for having Alan Doyle at my kitchen table.
So the reporter shows UP and starts to ask Alan about the tour. Alan says "It is great to have so many militant fans (why does this term pop up everywhere?) across Canada." Then he proceeds to list off other chatters across Canada, and their locations, and then he says "But most of all, we have Melanie in Vancouver, cheering for us (this is what Darrell put on my liner!)" I smile and giggle and say "Aw, Alan it is no big deal, we all love you guys!" and he gives me a half hug, cause we are sitting down on stools at the kitchen table.
Then the reporter asks " So where do you go from here, who are the bands you look up to for inspiration?" And I immediately say "Barenaked Ladies. Those guys rock. Great Big Sea is the next Barenaked Ladies". (This clearly stems from the MuchEast interview, and Nixie's recent infatuation with posting pics of the ever cute Ed) Alan laughs and does this Aw Schucks thing with his shoulders and says "We could never be as great as those guys".
In the meantime the reporter has left the table and starts rifling through old magazines of mine in the living room, and then returns to the table with a hockey magazine (!?) and a hunting a fishing mag (!?!?!?!?!?!) On the cover of the hockey mag is Wayne Gretzky, and the reporter holds it up and says "Do you think you will ever be as huge as him?" At this point I leave the table and rush off to my laundry basket in the bedroom and grab the phone to talk to Barbara.
Did I mention she is actually sleeping in that very bedroom? But for whatever reason, I am thinking she is at another location. She is FLIPPING out when I tell her Alan hugged me and how shiny his hair looked (like this....
The reporter leaves, and Alan begins to thank me profusely for letting him do the interview at my apartment/bar (!?) and gives me a great hug and says we should keep in touch. He keeps saying my name over and over, like making a point of saying it in every sentence.
I then go to the bathroom, after he leaves, and open my laptop computer(!?) and lo and behold, there is an email waiting. Only my inbox is full. As background, when my work e-mail is full, it sends a message saying "Undeliverable message from XXX returned"..so this one says "Undeliverable message from Alan Séan Young returned"...Not Alan Doyle, but Alan Séan Young (!?!)
So I start to FREAK OUT because he sent me an e-mail and it got returned to him and I am afraid he won't try to resend it. So I immediately e-mail him back (have I mentioned, I am IN THE CAN?) and then I watch my e-mail being sent to him. It goes through this maze and keeps getting bumped back, I can't get it to send. I keep typing faster and faster and watch the line go through the maze, like those puzzles you do when you are a kid, and whenever I get to the end, it bumps it back and I have to start over.
Either I give up, or it gets sent, but either way I left the bathroom, walked by Barbara sleeping, and went to my BAR (!?) and my bartender turns to me and says "I need to ask you something..." So I say "Ask away", and he says "Can I borrow ten bucks, I hate to ask, but I am soooo broke till payday." I turn and look at him, and da da da dum...it is Noah Wylie from ER. So I say "sure here is ten bucks". And then I woke up.
I reset my alarm, went back to sleep and tried to force my brain to dream about Darrell, but alas, I could not...it just kept repeating this one.
Intentionally Anon
My parents are hosting a huge buffet for all of the chatters at their house, and we're using the neighbor's yard as well. There's a good deal of confusion/chaos as to where everything should be set up. Sean is there, and he's totally disoriented, and he keeps wandering up to various chatters, and then absently wandering away again mid-sentence. Then a giant hourglass flies down from the sky like a spaceship, and lands in the neighbor's yard. It is playing the theme from "Days of Our Lives." All of the chatters gather around it and then I wake up.
I'm at a show in Chicago with a bunch of other chatters, and it turns out the b'ys are staying in the room just across the hall from ours. Fiona and I are in two adjoining rooms, and everyone else is out. Alan gets back, and he's going into his room across the hall, but he's having trouble with the lock, so he bends over and kind of peers through the lock and jiggles the key, trying to get it to work right. Fiona sees this occurring, grabs me, runs to the hallway, points at Alan's butt, and bursts out laughing. (He was wearing jeans and his butt looked good, not sure why she was so amused). Then Alan hears us and goes to turn around, so Fiona shoves me back inside the room and slams the door before Alan can see it's us. Then it's time to go to the show, and various other chatters have returned, but I can't find my tickets. I'm turning my duffel bag inside out and shaking it, and all these stubs from other shows come falling out, but not the tickets I need. Ang C and Brenda are standing over my shoulder being very patient and sympathetic, but I'm getting panicky that I've left my tickets in Michigan, and everyone else is getting really impatient and wants to leave without me. Then I wake up.
Just last night, I dream I'm at this bar with a bunch of chatters, and also a friend I haven't seen in a long time who now lives in Newfoundland (let's call her Joan). I'm sitting in this wooden booth with Joan, Stacy (who I've never seen, but in this dream she has a pixie haircut that's reddish-blonde), and Rowan (who I've also never seen, but who has dark, short hair in the dream). We're all sitting around and talking, and Rowan says, "Hey who knows this song...'What would you think if I sang out a tune...?'" Then all of us immediately begin singing "A Little Help from My Friends." Mid-verse, I turn to the person next to me (either Stacy or Joan), and say, "Oh, now you've had it, you have to hear me sing," but I keep singing along anyway. At this point I'm really drunk, and I'm trying really hard to sing in tune but I can't. Then I start to get really tired, so I lean my head backward onto the back of the booth and close my eyes, but I keep singing, and I can kind of see the notes forming in my head but I can't get them to come out right. A minute or so later I lift my head and open my eyes, and GBS is standing in the doorway to the bar, watching us, and I'm feeling totally humiliated because I've been singing off key. They sit in the booth next to ours, and a couple of us go over to say hi. We ask what they're up to for the evening (and at this point it's just Sean, Alan, and a bunch of random people), and Alan says, "I have to go soon, I have to meet Kimberly (????)." Sean says he has no where to be. Then this guy comes through with these business cards for a local winery, only instead of being regular business cards, they have sticky-stuff on the back (like those "Hello my name is..." nametags). So we're peeling off these sticker cards and just going nuts sticking them all over everything. Then, I turn around, and Alan's standing behind me with his back turned, so I go to stick one of the stickers on his back, and he turns around and says, "No, don't, I have to leave in a minute." (At this point, he's wearing some puce-ish colored mock turtleneck made out of some nubby material, which sounds horrid but actually looked really good). So then we have this little conversation:
Alan: No, don't, I have to leave.
So I notice Sean standing alone over by the door looking confused, and I walk over to see what's up:
Sean: I'm trying to decide if I should drive home. I've had a lot to drink. Do you think I should risk it?
Then, the dream-me starts to try and deduce if I'm sober enough to drive, and whether I should offer him a ride. Just then I'm talking to Stacy again, and she keeps calling me "Little Toad," like, "Did you have a nice chat with Sean, Little Toad?" Meanwhile I'm still trying to figure out how to get Sean alone in my car. (I AM NOT A DIMPLIST. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR MY UNCONSCIOUS MIND!). So then Joan calls me over and asks if I'm sober enough to drive, and I give the so-so sign with my hand. She puts an arm around me and says, "Don't worry, we'll take care of you," and I reply, "thanks mom!" Then I turn to Sean and ask him if he knows how to drive a stick shift. Then I wake up.
Hmmmm, not quite sequins and donkeys, but weird enough for me!!! I wouldn't have posted them at all, except that I think the first one was influenced by ATGBST, and I also think that "You've crossed the line from funny to insane" should be a kind of PWAOWAH motto!
I was threatened with certain death if I used the name of the subconcsiously-warped person here!
Ém
I go back to my folks for the weekend. I get there and my sister, totally thrilled, announces me she is going out with Alan and he is coming for the weekend!!! Duuuh!!! First off, she is 18 and not too mature. Plus she has the worst temper ever! And she doesn't even like GBS and has never attended any concerts! Not fair! She doesn't deserve him! Anyway. I was so freakin excited that he was coming over, I was nearly out of my mind…
The doorbell rings and both of us make a mad rush to the door. I open it and sister fell into his arms and they madly kiss each other all over…. Grrrrr…. Did not enjoy seeing that! Then he turns to me, all smiling. In my dreams, he knew me a lot, even if we only had talked in that!?! I was suspecting it was from seeing my name in OKP and maybe PR, but I didn't say anything. So he tells me he is all happy to see me, blablabla and comes in. I turn to close the door…SEAN IS THERE!!!! WHAT?! Can't keep those two lovebirds apart if you try! So he is there staring at me, looking goddamn frightened! Apparently he did not expect Alan's new girlfriend's sister to be me. He is looking at me with his eyes wide-open, then suddently brightens up, double-kiss me on the cheeks and put his arm around my waist and tell me something I did not hear. Small gap here.
I am in sitting with Alan on my roomate's bed (???), chatting on various things. He looks incredibly exhausted, the poor honey. Really tired. So much that I am mad at my sis for not being there at the moment, comforting him. I would, BUT HE IS GOING OUT WITH MY SISTER!!! Then I realize it……oh…no…OHMYGAWN!!! HE CUT HIS HAIR!!! Very short. The back is about half an inch long, his bangs are about 3 inches and the rest is cut in many differents layers. His hoar is full of gel and the back is all spiky! Gross! I tell him I love it and he says I don't have to lie, even him doesn't like it! Oups! Now Sean is with us too. They tell me the live album is due out on June 25th. Yay!!! They assume I will tell the online people. Not wanting to know if they are aware of PR, I don't say anything. I am a little freaked by that, but moved along the conversation.
All throughout my dream, I made mad rushes to try to call Chris. But it's either I could not find my address book, or couldn't dial the right number or she would not answer. I was freaking panicking and completely ripped off my addy book! Fingers were shakin, etc. I HAD TO TELL HER WHAT WAS GOING ON! Also, I was mad cause I had to leave the house for 1 hour to meet some girl from high school, I have no idea why for. Plus, I can't stand that girl!! I really can't, I haven't talked to her in years, and now she comes disturbing my time with the by's???!!?? What is that about? And I had to leave the by's to go meet her!!! Jaysus!!! That was so pissing my off!!! So at one moment in my dream, I was getting ready, and running all over the house to find clothes to wear (mine or my sister's), like I always do. Now picture me running around in the house with my pants undone, my bra showing cause my shirt is open…???!!!! HELLO!!!
A little later, they want to see if my room is GBS decorated. Strangely, I did not know, so I was scared it was! I didn't want to look obsessed… (No comments !) So we get in my room, and I have one poster on my wall. (I don't IRL!). I was relieved that my comp was closed cause Alan is my wallpaper and the four of them are my sceensaver.
So my sister calls Alan and off he goes to see her. Sean and I are alone in my room. He looks at me, saying "I can't believe you were in Brantford! Why didn't you wait after, I had asked Alan to look for you!" He then gives me this huge hug, and MY ALARM WENT ON!!!
That is ironic cause yesterday, when I wanted it to ring, it didn't. Today, WHEN I SO DID NOT WANT IT TO IT DID!!! I mean, I am alone with Sean in my room, Alan is in my house and my sister is barely taking care of him…. AND THEY ARE SPENDING THE WEEKEND!!!
Life can be so hard!
It can indeed. Introduce me to your sister!
Elf
I don't know exactly how it started, but I was interviewing the b'ys at my place (which wasn't actually my apartment), and my grandma and aunt were there. We were kinda talking and stuff. My grandma kept mentioning wigs to Sean for some odd reason (as in he should get one). My aunt and I kept looking at her to hint that she should be quiet, but it didn't stop her. Then Alan decided to sing Boston & St. John's. He got up and walked around while he was singing and then when he finished he came over and gave me a hug. He was just in position for me to give him a kiss on the cheek, so I did, and I don't know what was the matter with me, but I drooled on his cheek!!! *LOL* I was so embarassed! But he didn't act as if he noticed (must have girls drooling over/on him all the time... *L*). Anyway, there was more talking and then the guys had to go out to their tour bus (which was parked in my driveway). For some reason, I'd been extremely klutzy through the entire dream and I ended up kicking over Alan's water as I walked to the kitchen (all the b'ys had ice water in frosted glass beer mugs). He wasn't there, so I had time to get him some more, so I went into the kitchen to do so and realized that the place was an absolute mess (we're talking every cliche mess in the book... Eggs dried in frying pans, and on the counter I think, not an inch of counter space to be seen, not one clean dish). I was slightly horrified, but realised I couldn't do anything about it at the moment. So I filled Alan's mug with water and realized I'd forgotten ice. The only ice we had was this crappy brown stuff (in my home town, where I used to live, the water is an icky yellowy-brown colour *shudder*). So as I'm putting ice in the glass, the glass turns into a rectangular Tupperware container, and by the time I get to the living room, all the ice cubes in Alan's container have turned into apples and the rest of the b'ys mugs have turned into little Macintosh apples. And this point I'm insanely confused (even in the dream), and Alan walks back in the house and my grandma is still yapping about Sean getting a wig and I wake up. One of the only times I haven't fought it I think. *L*
Oz
I had this dream last night and its really weird! i was sitting on my bed when i heard this noise on my floor. I peer over the bed and there is my keychain of Cartman from SouthPark and he's come alive!! He's got this wild look and he's struggling to free himself. I laugh and say he's stuck forever but then i hear this thud. I peer over again and he's gone! I'm feeling sort of scared but i realize he probably cant get on my bed. Next thing i know he's got a hold of a butchers knife (perhaps the Jolly Butcher?!) and he's mountain climbing his way up the bed. I scream and run to the door but its locked. Suddenly one of my GBS posters comes alive and the b'ys jump out. Darrell runs to me and asks if I'm alright. I say yes and Bob, Sean and Alan are trying to catch Cartman. Alan comes up with the idea that if they start singing and playing Cartman will turn good. So they grab their instruments and start in on Goin Up. Cartman aims the butcher knife at Alan but he's jumping around so much to the song that he misses him and lets go of the knife. Cartman is watching them and a smile creeps across his face and sits down to enjoy the music. suddenly Bobby lunges at him and slams his squeeze box down on him! Then Sean boots him out the window. After they assure me that i'm safe they go back to the poster and take their poses. Thats when i woke up! i had that dream last night. I actually took the Cartman doll off by bookbag this morning and shoved him in my closet! weird dream 'eh?!-
Oh my god! You killed Cartman! You bastards! ;o)
Cecile
I've been complaining lately about not having any GBD's...I thought something was wrong with me! But last night, finally, I had one...more weird than good, but nevertheless. It must have been all the time I spent looking for pics and being in the PR while waiting for something to download last night.
Anywho, here goes:
My friend Christin and I are at Earl's restaurant when we discover this back room where the b'ys were giving some kind of a concert...there weren't many people there at all. So we grabbed our drinks and snuck in to listen...it was great! They sang all sorts of songs, but for some reason Sean wasn't into it. They started Ordinary Day, and he just sat there, and he wasn't playing guitar, or not adding is lovely harmonies to Alan's smooth voice. But finally I looked again, and he was giving a kiss to this girl in the front row! I said to Christin, "if he's kissing her, maybe he'll kiss me!" So we raced for the front row. The guys really weren't on a stage either, it was more like a press conference...table, mikes, bottles of water.
When they were done singing, people started asking them really stupid questions, so I asked if there were going to be any suprises on the new live album, and if they can tell us any new tracks that might be on it. Alas, they never indulged this info...they put their heads down and kind of mumbled something. My friend Christin reached onto the table and touched Sean's hand, but he didn't seem too impressed by her gesture. They then left the stage, but Alan handed me a set list/program, and they were on to perform 2nd last, just ahead of some guy named Bryce (don't ask, I have no idea). I didn't know why they wouldn't be the closing act, but I thought, as long as I hear them play, that's good enough for me.
Oh yeah, and another thing, Darrell was not there, strangely enough, this kid who was in my school but 2 years younger than me took his place.
I don't understand what this all means, and sorry my psychic powers could not tell us if Hanging Johnny and Here Comes my Baby will for sure be on the new disc.
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See the great big sea
Kick through continents
Bustin' boundaries...
I was at a concert. Well three concerts actually. It was like a picnic. The sun was shining brightly and the boys were all hyper and active as usual. I had an all access pass and for some reason I was being treated like I was someone special. The guys even let me sing a few with them! Alan was the only member that I could see clearly. The rest were foggy. Maybe Alan stood out because he was wearing that bright red shirt that he wore in the Consequence Free video. If I wasn't on stage with the boys, I was watching the show from the side stages and even from the catwalk above them. If it were real, it would have been a lot of fun!
Now for me this one was strange. It took place in my grandparents house., All the details were exact. There were a whole bunch of " FRIENDS " there and everyone had gone outside to play on the banks of Lake Erie. I couldn't go because I have knee problems and couldn't keep up with the games. I hung back in the house with Darrell. He was the only one there. He was in the kitchen cooking dinner. He insisted on making this grand meal. There was salad and homemade bread, but it was the main course that was funny. Darrell was emptying can after can of Spaghetti O's into my grandmother large pot that she always uses to cook our family meals. It was so funny. The whole time is was opening all these cans we were having quite the conversation. Both of us were just talking up a storm! When dinner had been served Darrell just stood there with a proud grin on his face. It was so cute. That's when I woke up.
YUK!
In my dream I am at my apartment and there is a knock on the door. It is Alan, he comes in and asks if I mind if he does an interview there. I say sure (I may not like him, but I am no dummy...where there is Alan there may be Séan or Darrell!)
....and then I leave the bedroom and go back out to Alan, who has no idea I am calling Barbara and giving her a play by play of the interview.
Me: You're no fun!
Alan: (waggling eyebrows) Actually, I'm very fun.
Me: So come on!
Alan: (pointing finger accusingly): You've just crossed the line from funny to insane!
Me: No. We're going to be on the road in a little bit, and we don't want you posing a danger to us!! Besides (suddenly looking all sympathetic), you know we wouldn't want you dead. We'll make sure you get home all right.
