"Dream beneath a desert sky..."
My dreams are usually pretty cracked out. They have really strange scene shifts for no reason and people act completely out of character, and I'm often not *in* my body; I'm usually watching myself do something or other.
However, the last two dreams I remember were both pretty linear, although they didn't make *total* sense. But both were semi-feasible, if my happiest fantasy were to come true. Both dreams involved meeting U2. :)
It began with me driving a car that was definitely not mine. It was a really high-end SUV, and there was a 2 1/2 year old boy named Matty (maybe because of my cousin Maddy?) sleeping soundly in the back in his car seat. I was driving into a well-shaded parking lot. I parked the car and put Matty in his stroller and took him for a walk. I think I was his nanny. We walked along a path that looked like it was in Central Park, but there was a huge, obsideon-black building with a playground set next to it. I don't know how I knew this, but I knew it was a Jewish synagogue. I think my employers were Jewish, and I also knew it was a very exclusive synagogue/park for the members of the congregation.
So, I'm walking along with Matty under the trees on a little asphalt path that ran through these woods (there was a pond to our left as well). Suddenly, a little girl with dark hair runs from around the bend laughing loudly, which wakes up Matty who starts to cry since he doesn't know where he is suddenly. Chasing after the little girl is none other than The Edge from U2. Edge is in typical Edge clothes: beat-up jeans, Converse sneakers, a print tee-shirt, and skullcap. I stop dead in my tracks, completely dumb-founded that The Edge just ran past me laughing chasing (what I assume) was his toddler daughter (I don't even know if he *has* a toddler daughter).
Then, Bono comes strolling out from behind the bend, holding the hand of one of his young sons. Bono is in full Bono regalia: dark denim jeans, his platform boots, button-down purple shirt, wrap-around shades, and a straw cowboy hat. Matty is crying so, I take him out of his stroller to try and calm him down. Bono comes over with his son and tries to help me console Matty. Matty and Bono's son start to play, and I thank Bono for helping calm him down. I introduce myself, and Bono and I chat about the kids and that I'm a big fan. The Edge comes back with his daughter, and Bono introduces me. We all start walking the kids to the playground, and they have some fun. I ask them why they are at the Jewish synagogue playground, and they smile and say they could ask me the same thing. Then I woke up.
So, for whatever reason, U2 are playing a show at "Seton Hall" (charity fund-raiser or something). Now, I use quotation marks, because it didn't *look* anything like SHU, but there were a lot of SHU people there, including Dr. Ahr. But Mrs. Miller, my 8th grade math and religion teacher from St. Agnes was there, too, which was really odd (and she was *exactly* as I remember her). Anyway, I kept peeking into the set-up area, and people told me to just go inside and introduce myself to U2. But I felt so awkward, which I would have if this had really happened. They kept coming closer to the outside of the auditorium, and I was so nervous to meet them. I physically felt butterflies in my stomach amazingly enough. Scotty P. kept saying this was the greatest opportunity I would ever have to meet them and that I should ask them to come up to WSOU before the show for an interview, but I was just way too nervous to go up to them.
Finally, I got word that they had left. I felt so stupid for not going up to them and telling them what I huge fan I am. But there was still a lot of stuff to do before the concert, so I started helping Mrs. Miller with some things. She put her arm around my shoulder and assured me that I'd get to meet Bono at some point and not to be sad. I told her I hoped so, because, even though I love the entire band, Bono especially is one of my personal heroes, having inspired me to join Amnesty International and to try to help others even in small ways like signing the ONE Campaign, wearing the wristband, and encouraging others to do the same. I know I was looking dissappointed, so she patted the back of my neck to console me. But when she moved her hand away, I still felt someone holding my shoulder.
I turned to my right, away from Mrs. Miller, to find Bono standing right next to me, him being the one holding onto my shoulder. I made some exclamation, and he gave me a big hug and a kiss. I was just over-the-moon. Mrs. Miller told me that everyone had told the band that I was such a huge fan, and everyone decided they would suprise me by telling me the band had already left and then have Bono sneak up on me. I was quite overwhelmed, and, again, I physically felt my heart beating very fast, which eventually was what woke me up. But Bono told me he had heard all the nice things I'd just said about him, and he was very flattered. Then he took me by the arm, and lead me to meet the rest of the band, but I woke up.
I really am obsessed, I know. But those two dreams made me so happy. :)
However, the last two dreams I remember were both pretty linear, although they didn't make *total* sense. But both were semi-feasible, if my happiest fantasy were to come true. Both dreams involved meeting U2. :)
It began with me driving a car that was definitely not mine. It was a really high-end SUV, and there was a 2 1/2 year old boy named Matty (maybe because of my cousin Maddy?) sleeping soundly in the back in his car seat. I was driving into a well-shaded parking lot. I parked the car and put Matty in his stroller and took him for a walk. I think I was his nanny. We walked along a path that looked like it was in Central Park, but there was a huge, obsideon-black building with a playground set next to it. I don't know how I knew this, but I knew it was a Jewish synagogue. I think my employers were Jewish, and I also knew it was a very exclusive synagogue/park for the members of the congregation.
So, I'm walking along with Matty under the trees on a little asphalt path that ran through these woods (there was a pond to our left as well). Suddenly, a little girl with dark hair runs from around the bend laughing loudly, which wakes up Matty who starts to cry since he doesn't know where he is suddenly. Chasing after the little girl is none other than The Edge from U2. Edge is in typical Edge clothes: beat-up jeans, Converse sneakers, a print tee-shirt, and skullcap. I stop dead in my tracks, completely dumb-founded that The Edge just ran past me laughing chasing (what I assume) was his toddler daughter (I don't even know if he *has* a toddler daughter).
Then, Bono comes strolling out from behind the bend, holding the hand of one of his young sons. Bono is in full Bono regalia: dark denim jeans, his platform boots, button-down purple shirt, wrap-around shades, and a straw cowboy hat. Matty is crying so, I take him out of his stroller to try and calm him down. Bono comes over with his son and tries to help me console Matty. Matty and Bono's son start to play, and I thank Bono for helping calm him down. I introduce myself, and Bono and I chat about the kids and that I'm a big fan. The Edge comes back with his daughter, and Bono introduces me. We all start walking the kids to the playground, and they have some fun. I ask them why they are at the Jewish synagogue playground, and they smile and say they could ask me the same thing. Then I woke up.
So, for whatever reason, U2 are playing a show at "Seton Hall" (charity fund-raiser or something). Now, I use quotation marks, because it didn't *look* anything like SHU, but there were a lot of SHU people there, including Dr. Ahr. But Mrs. Miller, my 8th grade math and religion teacher from St. Agnes was there, too, which was really odd (and she was *exactly* as I remember her). Anyway, I kept peeking into the set-up area, and people told me to just go inside and introduce myself to U2. But I felt so awkward, which I would have if this had really happened. They kept coming closer to the outside of the auditorium, and I was so nervous to meet them. I physically felt butterflies in my stomach amazingly enough. Scotty P. kept saying this was the greatest opportunity I would ever have to meet them and that I should ask them to come up to WSOU before the show for an interview, but I was just way too nervous to go up to them.
Finally, I got word that they had left. I felt so stupid for not going up to them and telling them what I huge fan I am. But there was still a lot of stuff to do before the concert, so I started helping Mrs. Miller with some things. She put her arm around my shoulder and assured me that I'd get to meet Bono at some point and not to be sad. I told her I hoped so, because, even though I love the entire band, Bono especially is one of my personal heroes, having inspired me to join Amnesty International and to try to help others even in small ways like signing the ONE Campaign, wearing the wristband, and encouraging others to do the same. I know I was looking dissappointed, so she patted the back of my neck to console me. But when she moved her hand away, I still felt someone holding my shoulder.
I turned to my right, away from Mrs. Miller, to find Bono standing right next to me, him being the one holding onto my shoulder. I made some exclamation, and he gave me a big hug and a kiss. I was just over-the-moon. Mrs. Miller told me that everyone had told the band that I was such a huge fan, and everyone decided they would suprise me by telling me the band had already left and then have Bono sneak up on me. I was quite overwhelmed, and, again, I physically felt my heart beating very fast, which eventually was what woke me up. But Bono told me he had heard all the nice things I'd just said about him, and he was very flattered. Then he took me by the arm, and lead me to meet the rest of the band, but I woke up.
I really am obsessed, I know. But those two dreams made me so happy. :)