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    Last night I had a very short dream about Don. I don't remember what led up to it, but I was in a very large space. Very wide, very tall ceiling, and quite formal with a floor and stairs that looked like marble. In front of me was a huge Christmas tree, not decorated. It was at least twenty feet tall, maybe more. It was beautiful even without the lights and decorations. I didn't see them, but I knew the boxes with the lights and decorations were on the floor nearby.

    As I stood and looked at the tree, Don moved up beside me, looking at the tree and admiring it. "Beautiful tree. Now how does it get decorated?" He looked at me. "You bring pogo sticks?"

    His words and tone struck me funny in the dream and I laughed. I laughed hard enough it woke me up.
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    That sounds very cute!

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    Over the last month I've had a few dreams, all with Glenn doing rather mundane things; sometimes he is happy with me, sometimes he isn't. None of them have been interesting enough to post here, but the best one was one where we just chit-chatted and it was like we were friends. I woke up all warm inside.

    The most recent was last week, and I guess a little more happened in it than usual, although not much. I was in a lobby of some kind - not a hotel lobby, more like the lobby of a fancy building with a lot of offices and conference halls in it, with glass and metal decor - very modern. I was on a circular couch with a big metallic column in the middle of it, looking out through an external wall of glass which included a door. Light streamed in through the wall and the lobby was very bright. There were several couches in the lobby, but nobody else was in there but me.

    Then, I see modern-day Glenn coming through the door. Seeing him doesn't surprise me. I realize I've seen him here once before, and then I worry that he'll think I'm here again explicitly to see him. That worries me - I don't want to come off as a stalker - but what to do?

    There's nothing to be done, really, so I just sit quietly as he passes. He sees me and gives me a smile, but it seems kind of strained, and it's not the kind that says "So happy to see you - let's chat!" I smile back and watch him walk off towards the metallic elevators.

    Then suddenly my friend J. from graduate school is next to me on the coach with a canvas and a bag of art supplies. She's brunette and rather heavy, a lesbian, kind of a loner, but we'd always gotten along well. We both love literature and science fiction. "Thanks for coming to see me enter the art contest," she says and we hug.

    "No problem, I'm happy to," I answer. I glance over at Glenn who is waiting for the elevator and I hope he's heard our exchange, proof positive that I'm not a stalker!

    Suddenly the lobby changes and it's a room filled with people painting. The couches are gone and it's all easels and canvases with people in front of them working away. This is the contest - who can come up with the best painting before time runs out. I'm watching J. A few rows over, Glenn is watching someone else paint. Who is it? I can't quite make the person out.

    An announcement comes over the PA system. "All who are not entrants in the contest must leave immediately or whoever you are with will be disqualified." I turn to leave but Glenn is staying put. I look back at him over my shoulder and meet his eyes. I raise an eyebrow. He narrows his eyes, crosses his arms, and mouths "I'm staying."

    I mouth, "You'll disqualify" and point up at the loudspeaker from which the voice had emanated.

    "Don't say a word," he mouths back with a determined look on his face.

    I shrug and head on out towards the door right as a thin blond older woman comes through it with a sour look on her face. "Get out!" she demands crossly.

    "I'm going," I say as I continue to the door. I'm tempted to glance back at Glenn and see if the woman has gone over to him, but I force myself to keep looking forward as I walk out the door. I won't be the one who gives him away if she hasn't seen him yet! I have a bad feeling he'll be caught, though...

    Then I woke up.

    Fascinating, eh?

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    certainly interesting

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    I was going to say, like "Building the Perfect Beast," but I guess that goes without saying. It is so patchwork to go from a glittering lobby to a painting competition!

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    In the past couple months or so I've had TWO stress dreams about not getting my VIP tickets for the concert in Green Bay. The latest one was last night. My sister and I had walked into the floor sections of the Resch Center, which looked much smaller in the dream than it actually is in real life. We sat in our seats, then realized we had managed to get into the floor section without anyone looking at our tickets or anything. The ushers were sparsely located and didn't seem very interested in their jobs, haha. Wanting to do the right thing, we went back out to the lobby and asked for directions to the box office to pick up our tickets. Everyone's directions were really unclear and we ended up in the elevator going to a bunch of different floors looking for the box office, with no luck. Ultimately, we gave up because it was getting closer to showtime, and we got back into the floor section AGAIN, still without tickets. We sat down just in time to see the guys perform... The Last Resort? That hasn't been on the setlist for YEARS! It was still cool, though. Overall a strange and stressful dream. Hopefully the ticket situation goes WAY smoother than that.
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    I daresay it will - and you'll have a blast!

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    Weirdly, I often have Eagle dreams when I'm visiting Texas, and it's happened again - probably partially caused by ticket anxiety, since I don't yet have any for Austin.

    In my dream, I am a waitress at a casino where Glenn is doing a solo show. Tickets were sold out before I could get one. I am glum and miserable as I pour coffee to put onto a tray to bring out to customers, dressed in an old-fashioned black-and-white maid's uniform with a ruffled apron (yeah, I know, lol). A fellow waitress is droning on and on about some awful book she's been reading involving murder and incest and horrible crap like that in some kind of Deliverance-type setting. I can barely stand to listen to her, so I abruptly turn to put my coffee cup on the tray... and spill it.

    "I'm sorry," I say, and quickly try to clean it up. In that weird way of dreams, no matter how much scrubbing I do, more coffee appears on the counter. I am about to cry. The owner of the restaurant walks into the kitchen - an Italian guy dressed in a suit with a thick mustache and accent.

    "Ah, poor Nancy, don't be so upset, everyone spills sometimes," he says, smiling. I nod and keep scrubbing.

    "She's upset because she can't go to that concert," the other waitress says.

    "What, did the manager not give you time off? I will talk to him!" He huffs.

    "No - I didn't ask for time off," I quickly say, straightening up. The coffee has finally disappeared. "I couldn't get a ticket."

    "Well, we will see about that," my boss states. He signals for me to follow him. Still dressed in my waitress outfit, I walk with him to where the show is being held. He opens a door off to the side, away from where the crowds are entering. "It's OK, go inside and find a seat," he smiles. I am excited but nervous - find a seat where? - but I am not about to say no! I step through the door.

    Suddenly, I am outside at a huge outdoor venue. There are some seats off to the far side of the stage. The rest are square to the stage but built into a mountainside, like Red Rocks. However, they're more randomly arrayed; while there's long rows directly in front of the stage, the higher you go on the mountainside, the more they become pockets of seats here and there. The seats go very high up.

    I see an empty seat on the risers on the far side. I hustle over and sit in one, hoping desperately the person who's supposed to be sitting there doesn't arrive. My eyes dart around the venue, tying to spot another empty seat to use as backup in case he/she does arrive. However, to my dismay, there are ushers checking tickets in all of the other areas.

    The concert is starting. Glenn is beginning. He's singing "That Girl" and he turns to our section. Oh my gosh! I love this song! I'm in ecstasy! I never thought I would hear this! I forget my troubles for a moment in my excitement. He sends a big smile our way. Then, he finishes the song and turns back to face the front.

    "That's it," I hear someone next to me say. "He won't turn this way again. Time to move."

    En masse, the people start abandoning the risers and moving to the empty seats in the area in front of the stage. They all seem to have tickets for those seats, and ushers are checking for them. What to do? Soon all the seats will be gone!

    I look up. At the very tip-top of the mountain, there's a pocket of seats that are all empty. People are slowly moving up the stairs - maybe they're heading towards those seats! How to beat them? I decide to ignore the stairs and climb the rock.

    Amazingly, it works! I scramble up with ease in my waitress garb and I'm set! My friend Jo suddenly appears - the most non-athletic friend I have, so maybe my subconscious was emphasizing how unrealistic this all is, lol - and we sit down to watch the show. To our astonishment, the stage is empty! Glenn is gone!

    "Hi Nancy - good to see you," a voice says from behind me. I turn around, my heart racing - it's Glenn! "Sorry you have such a bad seat," he adds apologetically.

    "Are you kidding? This is the best seat in the house - you're here!" I gush.

    "Well yeah, but I have to go back down in a little bit and finish the show, and these really are the worst seats." Glenn gestures towards the view and indeed, he's going to be miniscule on that stage from this height.

    "Er...yeah... I guess so..." I flush, but he smiles so I feel a bit better about my fangirl outburst.

    He turns to introduce himself to my friend, and she tells him how she writes some fantasy fiction. She gives a little detail about the plot of the one she's currently working on. He seems really interested and she offers to send him a copy when she's finished. I sit back and just enjoy the moment with a huge grin on my face, although I don't say anything else.

    After a bit, he reminds us he has to go back down. "I'm sorry I can't talk longer, but I have a show to do."

    "Of course," we say together, and he just disappears and re-appears on the stage.

    Oddly enough, in my dream, I don't find it strange that he is able to transport himself magically, lol. We settle down to watch the rest of the show.

    I think we might have gotten to see a couple more songs before I woke up feeling very happy!

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    Well, you got to talk with Glenn even without the sold out tickets that started the drama. It is a happier narrative as it concludes. The restaurant manager sounds like a cameo for ...Tony Orlando..., without Dawn???

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    Yeah, it was one of my happier dreams, and my tickets turned out just fine for the Eagles show, so all was well in both dream-land and real life!

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