catladyleeann wrote:Can't wait to hear the good one, so it will counteract that awful one!
I'm really sorry about that one. It's horrible what our subconscious can come up with, isn't it?
Anyway, since I'm not able to sleep because I'm feeling miserable, lonely, and all that good... er... bad stuff, I might as well tell one of my positive dreams. This was recently, after I met Al. As you'll see, I have some incredibly strange and often theatrical dreams. I guess it comes from being such a movie / TV nerd. But I digress...
I'm feeling a bit tired and down in my dream, so I decide to go to bed (I'm sleeping in a dream while I'm asleep? Insert "Inception" joke here.). I wake up and I'm sitting on a bench. I have no clue where I am, at least at first. I stand up and look around. I see some signage and immediately realize where I am. I'm in the city where I met Al! It's bright and hot outside. I see a girl walking down the street and ask her what day it is. No answer. She doesn't even look in my direction. I ask her if she can at least tell me what the time is. Again, ignored. I chalk it up to being ignored by girls. (Insert forever alone joke here) I turn around and see a familiar vehicle traveling down the road. I recognize one of the passengers. It's me! I immediately dive behind some nearby bushes. I don't land very smoothly. It hurts. A lot.
"It must be the day of the concert," I think. My mind then thinks, "This is totally Back to the Future Part II." So, I decide to act all stealth like Marty when he has to travel back to 1955 and stop the alternate timeline from happening. For all I know, if I see myself, it'll be a paradox and completely disrupt the time-space continuum, of course! I creep along the street and follow myself ("dream me") to the front of the venue. I end up bumping into a guy who is walking the opposite direction because I'm focusing on myself. He gets knocked backwards (still on his feet), and I apologize. But he thinks nothing of it and continues along the street... almost like I'm invisible and nothing I do will matter in this dream. I follow myself into the venue and sure enough, nobody seems to realize or care that I'm there. I decide to take a chance and I stand in front of the merch area. Dream me doesn't even notice that I'm there. No paradox, and the space-time continuum is just peachy.
My dream then fast-forwards a bit to the end of the VIP party. I steal a soda from one of the vendors and take a large drink out of it before leaving the bottle on one of the tables that was set up. I follow myself into the venue and watch myself sit in the front row, dead center. To amuse myself, I start asking myself questions, which of course, dream me doesn't hear or answer. Eventually, I hear Fun Zone start up and suddenly, I get an idea. I remember the route that Al took during Tacky and run along there. Eventually, I find Al at the starting point. He's talking to the cameraman, smiling, and doing some stretches. I'm there in awe of the man, like always. I'm snapped out of my trance when I hear the cameraman give Al a countdown. Suddenly, Al is there singing and I'm getting a very up-close "a capella" performance of Tacky. I follow Al all along the route, seeing the entrance from different angles. Again, it felt like Marty when he's at the dance viewing everything from the first movie from different perspectives.
Finally, we are entering the auditorium and everyone is going crazy. I sneak a look at the video screen and I'm not there near Al. I guess I really am invisible in this. I run past him and down the front row and stop in front of myself. "He's coming, dude! He's coming!" I can't hide my excitement even though I know everything that happened and can recall it vividly. As Al walks along the front row, I decide to steal a high five from him by putting my hand in front of someone who was about to get one. Sorry, but not sorry.
I move out of the way and Al makes his way up the steps to the stage and finishes the song. I cheer along with the audience and turn again to face myself and geek out. "This is awesome, dude! Can you believe..." All of a sudden, I'm mesmerized by... myself, of all people. I start tearing up and look back towards Al who has taken off his jacket and is already getting ready to tear into the next song. "It's all about different perspectives," I think. So, I sit on the floor in front of myself and just watch myself during the concert. I see how I felt... and it's so vivid and clear. I remember just feeling so carefree and painless and loving every moment. This was my idea of heaven. This was my dream coming true. I smiled looking at myself just seeing my hero be himself and entertain the entire auditorium. I can see the look on my face and in my eyes.
This was my version of the fans being awed by The Beatles, or Michael Jackson, or any other larger than life entertainer. I saw myself being an unapologetic fanboy and loving it. I saw myself feeling... happy! Sadly, that can often be an alien feeling to me, so I cherished it. I studied my face and my body language and just drank in the sight of seeing myself in a state of pure bliss, watching my hero, trying not to faint or break down and often singing along to the lyrics. After all, Al would say sometimes he would look at the fans in the front row (this was especially true back in 2007, and I remember just feeling on a whole other level of existence when he repeatedly made eye contact with me while singing, almost as if he was looking at my lips to try and remember the lyrics) in case he forget a lyric or two, since they often sang along.
During the show, I also did something else. Unfortunately, I can't mention what it was because it'll give away what show I attended, but I thought it was amusing and if I ever have the courage to tell what show I attended, maybe you'll think this part of my dream was amusing, too. Anyway, at the end of the show, I'm there still watching myself and feeling so deeply moved by seeing my experience as someone else would have seen it. Suddenly, I get chills as I hear a familiar voice on the stage. We are receiving orders for the meet and greet. I even repeat the lines along with the Czar. "Who wants to meet Weird Al Yankovic?!" (VIPs cheer) "Who wants to go to the bathroom?!" (VIPs cheer).
Anyway, let's fast-forward to where I'm standing and waiting to meet Al next. Immediately, I just start bawling as I see myself meet my hero. I even mouth, "Don't let go" as I see myself hugging Al for what seemed like an eternity (but could never be long enough, of course). As dream me heads to the exit, I can't help it and I run up to Al and wrap my arms around him, crying. It feels like forever again, and suddenly I realize that he's returning the embrace. "Thank you so, so much, (MY NAME)," he tells me as we're locked together. Finally, he lets go, and I reluctantly do the same. I'm then face to face with this beautiful man again. I wipe my tears and I feel like a child again... in awe of him. "Just as good the second time around?" he asks. I try to speak but can't, so I just nod. "I'm so happy to hear that," he says, giving that warm smile again. "NOW GET OUT OF HERE!" he yells jokingly before laughing and patting me on the arm. I'm all jelly again and stumble towards the exit. "I better see you again, (MY NAME)!" he says. "I'll do everything I can," I manage to squeak out.
I then take a deep breath outside and decide to run over to the bench where I'm at. There's a pole nearby and I just stand on the other side of it, looking at the stars briefly and singing a few lines of a song that I'm reminded of at the moment. I'm startled by the voice of dream me, who recognizes the song and is surprised someone else knows of the group. Somehow he can see me, so I hide myself as much as I can behind the pole. Ha! This time I'm future Doc talking to 1955 Doc. I try to disguise my voice and say, "Yeah. They're a great band, huh?"
"Yeah. I was hoping to see them in (OTHER CITY NAME) a while back, but I wasn't able to go. And my luck, they're not touring anymore, possibly ever."
"Well, you never know, man. I met Weird Al tonight and never thought it would happen."
"Same. Greatest night of my life."
"Mine, too. I hear that Al isn't touring again until 2018."
"I heard that, too. If I make it to then, I'm going to do everything I can to be there. Honestly, if I had the money, I would go to every single show."
"Wouldn't that be awesome?"
"Beyond awesome. I just hope I get to see him at least once again before I die."
"You never know what'll happen. Anyway, you have a good night and a safe trip back to (HOMETOWN)."
I then run off into the distance and can dream me somehow saying, "Wait? How did you know I'm from (HOMETOWN)?!"
I then ended up tripping and when my face smashed into the ground, I woke up.