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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
This is a copy of a letter to my dear friend Julie. I may be made out to be crazy, but I just had to share. Those of you who marvel at what the mind can do and where the mind can take us will enjoy this. My dream that is detailed below is only a synopsis of the dream. To be able to truly have the reader experience it, all five senses would have to be ignited, because during my dream I could feel the metal of the mic stand. Hear the way boots sounded on a weathered stage. Feel the sway of the bus going down the highway. Smell the mist of water spraying from the grotto.
It isn't often in this "what do you take for depression" world that our minds get to roam far enough off of their leash to produce and direct its own saga. Having been off my meds after surgery, i have been so far off the leash that the first few dreams left me jumping out of bed, panting from the extreme trip I had just been on through LBL. On a boat at high speeds. I am back on them now and this dream is easing back into normal, only with technicolor and 3D effects. Who knows, I might get off my meds for good so I can keep taking these trips. Sure as hell beats paying for the gas to get there.
Enjoy.
After I talked to you today,
I took a percocet and laid down for a nap. Little did I know that the nap would last a lifetime.
The dream started with David Cook and I performing on Jay Leno. Apparently I had won a talent show from the makers of American Idol called "The Next Back Up Star". It was the first season and I got to chose who I wanted to back up. I of course chose Cook, and we sounded so good together, he decided to record a duet with me. It was fabulous, and that is how we ended up performing on Jay Leno. You were with me at the taping. We both looked awesome and I had big hair, girl, big Marshall County hair. I am laughing so hard right now.
So at the end of the song we were supposed to briefly kiss because it was a love song (of course) and he accidentally missed and landed on the corner of my mouth. He drew back and said, "Man I better kiss you right" and planted a big one on me. I was caught so off guard that I turned to go off stage and tripped over the mic stand, which in turn tripped him and he fell on his face. On live television. He then got up and did a SNL- Ashley Simpson-esque dance off stage, where you and I were laughing hysterically and he joined in the fun.
Fast forward to calling LeRoy in which I had to explain what happened. He understood and thought it was funny.
Fast forward to eight months later. David and I were on a tour bus going cross country touring. My kids were with me. I think maybe mom as well. Anyway, apparently we could no longer contain our love for one another and gave in while everyone was asleep. This resulted in a decades long affair that no body knew about. Like we were secret lovers furreal.
Fast forward to me and you having a phone conversation in which you had been promising to get me a corn bag forever, and you were like "well I have two, one is khaki and one is purple. I got the purple on for you, but i really love it." I'm like "you know I don't care, just give me the khaki one."
Next scene we (my family) are getting ready to go to a water park. Apparently, life had been very good to me as a back up singer, because I had a humongous house. It was surrounded by rock, like landscape rock everywhere. There was a grotto and pool and deck and it was fabulous. On my way to the car I tripped and fell on the rock, not over anything, just clumsy. But I fell and hit my head which broke my neck and caused me to be a paralyzed person. The only hope for me was to be in a halo to keep my discs from crushing my spinal cord, but this was only temporary, it would one day just release and I would be gone, nobody could tell when.
Then there were flashes like from an interview of my life. Everybody was there, including David. He loved me and was frantic trying to find neurosurgeons who could fix me but there was no hope. Apparently Leroy had never discovered or suspected anything and David had become a close friend of his, helping him out when he needed it and vice versa. We would take weekend trips to Missouri to have Sunday dinner with his family. I was working on my master's degree, so I had never given up furthering my education.
In the last scene I am calling you because I have had a premonition that I am going to die in my sleep.
I want you to come tell me goodbye. I explain everything to Leroy and he understands. Says all he ever wanted was for me to be happy. You and Hal come and we have a tearful goodbye, reminiscing about everything we had done together.
Then the dream ends. The last shot is of a purple corn bag next to my arm in a coffin.
My question is: what the f*ck was that percocet laced with, and where is my damn corn bag b*tch?
Are you dying yet? it's all true and you are the only one i can tell it to
luvu
Of course I later decided to share with the world-just for shits and giggles!!!!!!!!!!!!