Ok...I should be writing something far more academic...but I saw the thread and thought I'd take a quick break to add my dream...

My first and only GBS dream...

Nothing too exciting...

Scene: Highway Oasis...for some reason there was a bar in the oasis...because we all know what motorists need is a quick get-off for a beer and then back on the road, but dreams are not meant to make sense...

Characters: GBS, my boyfriend, my favorite baseball player - Jamie Moyer and me.

The dream was short and sweet. It took place the night I watched the white sox lose the Mariners (ha-ha) and Jamie was the starting pitcher. I dreamed that my boyfriend and I were on a road trip somewhere in the south, which being I live pretty far north could have been anywhere...We had stopped at an oasis for a quick break when my cell phone rang and it was my aunt calling to tell me I HAD to find a TV....Jamie was about to pitch a no-hitter...Which really is a big deal...he's a 40-something, left-handed junkballer...they don't pitch no-no's and he's been my favorite player since I was about 12...20 yrs later I still get to see him play...Anyway, it's the bottom of the 9th and I spot a TV in the oasis bar...however, there are several guys watching hockey...I implore them to let me watch the game, offer to buy beer....whatever it would take...they graciously agree, I jump over the bar, change the tv...we watch the end of the game...I celebrate like a mad woman...my cell ringing constantly with my GBS ringtone...

One of the hockey fellows comments, "nice ringtone"...I flipantly reply, "thanks, it's my favorite band - you wouldn't know them." To which there's much laughter, which doesn't phaze me because I'm into the game/celebrating....so he asks me to write the name of the band down for him...The whole time it was Alan messing with me...I don't remember much after that, except I wanted to crawl under the bar...

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Did you ever have one of those dreams where it just felt too real?
Here it goes'.
I was in my bed at night feeling restless, so I turned on the television and was flipping the channels. I come across channel 21, which is STARTV (entertainment network). The tonight show with Jay Leno was on, and Great Big Sea was on it. In my dream I happen to tune in the middle of the interview, and all 5 members were there. Bob was in the hot seat, then Murray, Kris, and Alan 'who was sitting on the arm of the couch leaning in. Then there was Sean who ran out into the audience with a microphone, and was having fun with them. He was being the interviewer joking back and forth with Alan with their usual banter. Sean was also answering questions about the meaning of some of the traditional Newfoundland songs and flirting with the ladies. He was answering questions like, 'What does shave the master mean?' Jay was really getting into it as well.
Jay was also talking about the success they have been having. They were invited to come on the show since they were performing in the LA area. Bob took the reigns and was answering all the questions. Then there was Kris and Murray looking so cute. They all had shorter hair 'except Alan. Bob's hair looked like the way he had it on the 'Something Beautiful' tour. They were all dressed in black as well.
That's all I remember I was hoping to catch the rest of my dream because something woke me up.

Something woke you up..."and it makes you wonder..."

That's a pretty realistic dream...I had one like that once where I was in a locker area with a bunch of University girls (??? what was I doing THERE ???) and then I ended up in this common room and Great Big Sea were setting up on stage in front of me...

I dream about Séan all of the time...NOT LIKE THHAT!!! ...we are usually at some sort of party...in some sort of hotel room...with a whole bunch of people...worldwide people...and he is usually being hit on by some girl and I am usually telling them that this is nothing new to him...and warning him of what they are up to because he doesn't seem to get it...which, when I wake up, makes no sense to me because he LOOKS to me like he gets it and I really don't care too much so I don't know why I keep telling him...and having had this happen so many times...conscious dream me is saying to dream-dream me...why did I just say that?...oh yes...to remind conscious-dream him that dream-dream him is going to wake up and find himself in trouble one of these days....


On that note...I in reference to one of my earlier GREAT BIG SEA dreams (April 22)...I was remembering a little boy who used to whisper "Elephant Shoe" (which in foreign languages is "lip-speak" for I love you)...I always found it funny because I am positive he "loved" (in a grade five kind of way) my friend better...

Anyhow...imagine if I really had a band and named them Elephant Shoe...which I am intending to do now...because if you are named Elephant Shoe and the crowd in front of you is madly chanting your name...it will look from stage like they are all saying...I LOVE YOU...I LOVE YOU...I LOVE YOU...I will be lead singer...Okay?

Last night, this morning I guess...(who else has noticed that your most bizarre dreams happen near morning...maybe we just are more likely to wake from those...I should drink more before bed ...water of course...

I had a dream and it may have been Séan who was in my dream, I can't really remember but I think it may have been him...but whoever it was...we were in a classroom...I often dream of being in a classroom...and I was fixing some sort of display up in the back of the classroom...it was the first day of school for the year...it always seems to be the first day of school for the year...I was laying everything in place and finished off with a mat...as I was placing the mat the floor turned to dirt...I wasn't going to put it down for fear of ruining the mat but I did need to use the space and the mat would keep things cleaner...the next thing I know...I am in another trench looking up out over the edge talking to whoever it was...we are smiling and talking about whatever we were already talking about...and seeing as I have finished my display I am ready to leave so I go to get out of my display but can't climb out of what has now become a dirt trench wall...I tell him...nothing to worry about...I look around behind me and walk to my right a few steps turn and head towards the back of the trench where it is lower and climb out easily...

I have often wondered here lately if we are at war with anyone over there or if we have chosen a location to finish a private war of take care of some things that have sprung up during the "search for weapons of mass destruction"...and if we are fighting around the natives of that area instead of with them...there aren't enough clear reports to tell otherwise...
Then I wonder...how horrible would it be if in the middle of one of my mundane dreams where I am happily talking to a dream-friend of mine...that I might end up SOMEHOW in a soldier and he in another...and that they might not be on the same side...or I, for example, might see the person in front of me and in finishing my dream assume it to be him or her and make the soldier behave unsafely...(was it Enya or that other one who did the video with Seether who did that song about dreams like this...something to think about...)

Caution...LOOPY dream interpretation rather than actual dream...proceed with caution and only if you are a true Sting fan...

Thinking more about my dream...and because it might involve poor Séan also(who may be a heavier sleeper than myself-I lighten up immensely at night...I wake myself up just to admire me)...I thought I should spit it out...if you are of the "she is crazy...commit her" viewpoint...stop reading now...but,they have not come for me yet...and I function very, very well in society...years of ignoring all of this and my mother keeping a close reign on my "ethereality,"...plus watching close friend after close friend (I only had about two close friends) end up "in there"...I learned to listen to her..."I will take you to a psychologist" she'd say to me...so I'd give her "the look"



and hold it all in......She meant well...and I, dear George, am still FREE....

Imagine if all of the songs are right...and there is really such a thing as Sting's "tantric" and when Rob Thomas sings "fading in" he really means "fading in" (I don't have to imagine it...I was "schooled in it" two years ago...and realised I had always had it happen but ignored it as "swelling" after being on my feet too long in the day....). As Séan says..."I still have much to learn."...I was hoping to learn it by going back to University and staying in a dorm...I haven't gotten over University yet...and I don't mean the boys...learning is such a high...I bet Tommy Lee would agree with me...

In any case...what with Séan and I being the only two who seem to still be free ...and the way our looks change from day to day...and the way the lookalikes are starting to look more like us than we do...

On that note...I have to wonder if I am the ONLY one who is still on the loose...

But just say...this tantric thing really worked...in practice...not theory...you read all of these things about the army and secret operations and planting devices in children at early ages...I mean I have mouth full of fillings...I had my tonsils removed at age three...I had a planters wart removed at age seven and had "ghost" pain until somewhere around the late nineties...but just say they didn't need to implant things into everyone..just say they could do it to one or two of their captives and then "tantric" them into their near and dear friends and soulmates...and take us that way...

Then, just say they were using us to "head talk" (some call it telepathy)...<I always ignored it as an overactive imagination (thanks Mom...here I was 'good friends' with Bryan Adams and sang in Corey Hart's mouth ????(don't ask) and never even got to go to a single concert>...in a war situation and making us make the army's intended "do things" by making us think we were doing other things (watch the BACKYARDIGANS on TREEHOUSE...we are all very competitive...I'm Uniqua and Séan is Austin )...

That would mean that we were a part of the war effort...and the way the 'boys' always managed to keep me out of it was to make me afraid I'd end up married to a boy in the army...or a guy in a band-you all know what groupees are like, right-and up to this very day-I still have had no DIRECT contact with these guys so I am still not sure enough it is real to cope properly with it...and of course, I don't want to bother anyone...so I will try to amuse them into admission instead

I have always had a distaste for all things army...I am good with peace keeping when I am sure that is what is going on...but I am unsure exactly what is going on in this instance...and I seem to be finding myself in these situations that I have been writing about in here...and unless the whole world dreams the same things, then I fear there may be something more to it...

I do NOT believe INSCRIPTION or DRAFTING (especially without one's knowledge) are legal anymore...especially in CANADA...and I excercise my right to say...

NO!

Thats sounds cool Anne.

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Take care.

Let it Go Let it Go. This is smaller than you know. No bigger than a pebble lying on a gravel road. Let it Go Let it Go.

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Originally posted by Anne:
[snip] ...there were a bunch of us "working" for GBS. AS far as I know, we weren't getting paid, but the hotel tab and food was picked up by GBS. And I woke up way too soon.

Hoo boy! I think I've been to too many shows.

Is that possible?

Anne

Anne - First to answer your rhetorical question: "NO WAY!!! It's not possible."

Next, a response to your dream:
I used to find myself wishing I worked for GBS whenever I went to more than one show on the same tour. (...or whenever I returned to my day job after a show! ) It's perfectly normal. I remember once giving my Adult Ed English class an independent library research assignment so that I could leave school early that day and hit the road for a show at The Ark in Michigan several hours away! So, shoot me. I make my own fun in life.

If I show up in your next dream , I'm there to help write the reviews, or the coffee table book, or the promo materials, or press releases, or whathaveyou. Failing that, I'll consider sticking to my day job yet again, which motivates me ever so slightly less.

Cheers.

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Free Cruise Clocks

I had Great Big Dream the other night. More like Great Big Nightmare, now that I think about it!
I had tickets to a GBS show. I was with someone else who was making me late. We arrived at the venue 10 minutes before the show started, only to find that I had left the tickets at home.
I drove home and arrived back at the venue five minutes after the concert started and they wouldn't let me in even though I was waving my tickets at them (4 tickets...who knows why)

Then I woke up.
:-(

I want a do-over.

K

Had a horrible nightmare the other night-no GBS but GBS fans in this one. Was at a festival/fair type thing with the kiddies and Aruial, Rabellaka, the Queen of George Street, Grace Harbour, Cathie, Sportzchick and Tanya. Had to go do...somehting, I forget now what, and left my kids with all these people. Was gone for HOURS, over 2 mealtimes, hadn't left money for food, or made arrangements to meet up again. Realized that whatever it was I was doing, it would have been no problem to take the kids with me. Was wandering around looking for them, getting more and more frantic. Then I spotted Aruial and Sportschik sitting right where I had left them, and WOW! If looks could kill! Woke up feeling soooooooooooooooooooo guilty!! Felt guilty ALL DAY!!! Had to keep reminding myself that I would never do such a thing! Crappy dream!

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In the social order, I accept the bottom rung, until the wine is pouring and the Lord commands a song!

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Originally posted by Sharyn:
Woke up feeling soooooooooooooooooooo guilty!! Felt guilty ALL DAY!!! Had to keep reminding myself that I would never do such a thing! Crappy dream!

Ooooooh I hate when you have those dreams you can't shake!
K

I went to bed with a crushing headache, took 1000 mg of motrin and woke up having had a very sweet Alan-fantasy dream!

I'll show some modesty, however, and not share the lovely details!

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Helen




I'm goin' Straight to Hell-On-Wheels!

I don't usually remember my dreams(long story)but this one is a stand out. I'm going to a GBS concert with Mom and the kids, but when we get to the ticket window, they can't find our tickets. The guy at the window says that the only seats left are on the stage. So, we get a McFarlane-eye view all night, only the guys don't turn around, they just face forward the whole time, except when they're bumping into us because we're essentially in their way but they were too polite to say so. For some reason, everyone was barefoot because the concert hall didn't allow shoes on stage. It was just weird. The music was good though.

Cheers all!


Kati

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"Sing lustily and with good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep; but lift up your voice with strength." - John Wesley

"If you wanna touch the sky, better learn how to kneel" - U2

Ok, some details of last nights' dream....

It started as a GBS show, but a very slow and quiet (read: seated) kind of thing...almost boring (forgive me!) I realized in the dream i'd been sitting down for most of the show.

Just at that moment, the band broke into Lukey or something really upbeat, that just makes you get up and dance. It had just started feeling like a GBS show when suddenly the sound was cut off and people were hustling the guys off stage in MID SONG! Next thing we knew there was some Elementary School performance going on instead. (apparently, there had been a power outage or something that made GBS start late and the kiddies and parents had a scheduled time, and they took precedence over GBS!!! ) Go figure.

I walked out, disappointed, and sat on a park bench outside. THE bus pulled up and the guys were quickly loading equipment into the storage compartments under the bus (why not in
the trailer? ) Anyway, my bench was right next to an open compartment.

Alan came out carrying a guitar case. I stood up, put my hand on his shoulder and said 'sorry about the show getting cut short' He tossed his guitar in the bus and sat down with me for a while on the bench.

I don't remember all the details, but I recall asking himif he remembered when he asked me to a private party after the E-town show in Boulder (this really DID happen 2 yrs ago!) . I explained that I was still kicking myself for not going, and was hoping I'd have another opportunity to join them for something like that again.

He asked if I was going to the show the next night, and did I want to catch a ride with them on the bus and hang out together for the ride. With out a second thought, as if it were a noraml thing to do, I climbed aboard, following him up the steps. After we pulled away, i realized i had ditched Janeill, but didn't have my cell phone, so i had to ask Alan if I could borrow his to let her know where I was!

Other than the driver (I have to assume there was a driver) it didn't seem like there was anyone else on the bus.

At some point the bbus seemed more like a school bus with green vinyl bench seats

We talked for hours, and just as it got REALLY friendly .... I can't repeat what Alan had just said to me....

... my cursed dog shook his collar and woke me up. I tried so hard to fall right back to sleep and recapture the moment, but alas it was gone.

Sweet Dreams are made of this, who am I to dissagree?

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Helen




I'm goin' Straight to Hell-On-Wheels!

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Originally posted by helenwheels:
After we pulled away, i realized i had ditched Janeill, but didn't have my cell phone, so i had to ask Alan if I could borrow his to let her know where I was!

Other than the driver (I have to assume there was a driver) it didn't seem like there was anyone else on the bus.

Whatwhatwhat?!?! You took off with Alan and the BUS DRIVER and left me?!?

You know that would NEVER happen in real life!!

Janeill
<Walking away shaking my head...looking for a taxi>

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Life is not a journey to the grave to be arrived at in a beautiful and well preserved body, but rather to slide in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a ride!"

*hangs head in shame*

sorry I didn't mean to....

but I figure now you've got Alan's cell phone # on your phone...does that help?

Oh and you didn't need a taxi, you and Paloma were headed up to the next show together anyway!

And, you're right it would NEVER happen in real life!

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Helen




I'm goin' Straight to Hell-On-Wheels!