I can't even have fun in my dreams
I just remembered last night's dream. I had won a chance to attend a concert hosted by John Schneider, where it would be held at his house, and Tom Wopat and he were going to be singing. So of course, I wanted to go, and I was very excited to win the ticket.
So I drove out to John's house, which was out in the country (and had nothing to do with Louisiana, which is where he's currently living). It looked (in the dream) like where I'm currently living, Southern Indiana farmlands. He had a large red barn that was about a quarter mile from the house, and the house was farther down a dirt driveway. Past the house was a tool shed with some impressive farm vehicles, big combines and tractors, as I recall. I wasn't the first one there, but everyone else seemed to know each other. There was a promoter and some fans, and they were all talking. I was invited into what was a very nice mudroom and I grabbed a soft drink out of a cooler and listened to them.
While I was waiting there, John came through the door and greeted us all, and he, in turn, was greeted by a Chihuahua (he does have one, or did). He picked up the dog and crooned to it, and said he'd see us all later for the cookout. He and Tom were going to be cooking for us, it seemed.
In the meantime, it kept getting darker outside, and darker, and I was thinking, "Please let the music start soon, because I have to be getting home."
In the end, I had to leave before getting anything to eat or meeting Tom or hearing any singing whatsoever, and I was really upset and angry in my dream.
Nope. No fun at all.
So I drove out to John's house, which was out in the country (and had nothing to do with Louisiana, which is where he's currently living). It looked (in the dream) like where I'm currently living, Southern Indiana farmlands. He had a large red barn that was about a quarter mile from the house, and the house was farther down a dirt driveway. Past the house was a tool shed with some impressive farm vehicles, big combines and tractors, as I recall. I wasn't the first one there, but everyone else seemed to know each other. There was a promoter and some fans, and they were all talking. I was invited into what was a very nice mudroom and I grabbed a soft drink out of a cooler and listened to them.
While I was waiting there, John came through the door and greeted us all, and he, in turn, was greeted by a Chihuahua (he does have one, or did). He picked up the dog and crooned to it, and said he'd see us all later for the cookout. He and Tom were going to be cooking for us, it seemed.
In the meantime, it kept getting darker outside, and darker, and I was thinking, "Please let the music start soon, because I have to be getting home."
In the end, I had to leave before getting anything to eat or meeting Tom or hearing any singing whatsoever, and I was really upset and angry in my dream.
Nope. No fun at all.