Omfg (pronounced just like it's spelled
), I have to tell yunz about the dream I just had wallago at lunch!
First of all, I have to explain why I had a dream at lunch. I didn't get much sleep last night; in fact, I didn't get any at all. See, my cousin was up from Mississippi and I don't get to see him much and his former next-door neighbour was over and they were playing dice and cards and stuff, so I told them to stay put when I got off work last night and I went over there and stayed up all night learning about Texas Hold 'Em and Phase 10.
By the time we got finished, it was after 4 a.m. and I wouldn't get much sleep anyway and wouldn't be able, subsequently thereafter, to drive the 48 minutes to school this morning. So, we just went to Huddle House and I drank coffee and ate some biscuits and gravy while I read the Sunday paper and made out checks for my utility bills. When I did finally come to school, I glanced at my email and pretty much just konked out at my desk with my MP3 player going (which I was also playing on my way because the radio in the car is out). At lunch, I just took my player, still playing since it holds up to 8 hours of music, and went out to the car to nap some more. This is where the dream comes in.
I remember the White Stripes were playing when I got out to the car, and I was asleep in a matter of moments. It was then that I was transported to another college somewhere that apparently I was attending in this dream. In the auditorium, Vanessa Carlton was giving a concert, the solo type that she's been giving most of this year. She was beautiful and the auditorium was well-lit. I was sitting close (almost close enough to touch her when she stood up) and I was so thrilled to get to see her again!
After the concert, I got to talk to her and I told her that I had seen her back in March and she signed something for me. I remember her telling me a story about when she used to be a dancer. I was familiar with everything she was telling me, but it was just awesome that she was talking to me directly and there were only really two or three other people standing around close enough to hear.
It was while I was talking to her that some girl (obviously an obsessed fan) started reciting, verbatim, the story about the soap opera dude who was the inspiration behind "Wanted" as Vanessa had given at the Nashville show (which is realistic because a lot of fans have this CD and video, and some have possibly listened to it incessantly since it arrived in the mail) and proceeded to play it on the piano. Vanessa, who was standing in front of me, was absolutely shocked. I said to her, "You are aware that some of your fans tend to be a little obsessive; don't you?" She was just like, "Wow."
I remember a bunch of people running outside into the parking lot, and it was still daytime (consistent with the time of day I was having the dream and the fact I was having it in the car where plenty of sunlight was getting in). I don't remember what was going on, but a few fans were seeking out Vanessa to try to get an autograph.
I woke up to go back inside and the Exit-In show was still playing on my MP3 player, and I realized that it was all a dream inspired by the concert playing while I was asleep and the fact that the last thing I looked at before I went to sleep was my autographed 8 x 10 that's in the trunk of the car right now for some unknown reason. But it was an awesome dream, and it freshened in my mind my experience with my first true love in music.
