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Yes, well, I had an MCR dream last night and I woke up around 4:30 at night because of it, but it was totally worth it. I followed my brother's example and wrote the dream down so I wouldn't forget it and it helps a TON.
Alright, here's what I wrote:
Not sure exactly what the setup was, but I believe it was Frank, Gerard, and Mikey (and/or Bob) that needed a ride to a gig they were playing nearby (we lived in some town I didn't recognize - looked Jersey-esque) We were at my house originally (another place I didn't recognize) and I think Katie and Michelle were there.
Anyway, it was, like, 2 hrs or so until the MCR concert we were going to, and for some reason we weren't there already (which turned out to be a good thing), but then apparently the 3 guys in MCR show (they do the weird teleport/appear thing people in dreams do) and they told us that they needed a ride to their show. Obviously, we said yes.
Outside, it was getting dark and it was kind of snowy, and the dream kind of hopped to a point where we had to walk across this 4-way intersection, and for some reason, I walked fast even when the members of MCR were with us, so I was walking up ahead with Katie's dad (apparently chaperoning) while Katie and Michelle chit-chatted with the guys a ways back. There's this really vivid part of the dream I remember about crossing the street in the dark, with practically no cars visible, a blue-whitish glow coming from the streetlights, and a pile of soggy, tiretrack-laden snow on either side of the street, and I climbed up the one on the other side and went down it and did the same when I'd crossed the street.
Eventually, we ended up in Katie's car again (don't bother to ask how) and we were very near the venue. We pulled into this parking lot that was fenced by chain link, with short, red brick buildings on either side.
Up until this point, we'd been talking a lot with the guys and things had gone pretty well, but then I remembered my book and I thought about how awkward things would get if I asked them. But they'd seemed so down to earth that I plucked up the courage to say something about it to them, and as we exited the vehicle, I remember asking Frank (since they didn't really have time to discuss it before the concert, because it was already, like, 5-10 minutes before they were supposed to go on) if I could ask him a kind of awkward question after the show. He seemed a little hesitant at first (can't blame him >.< wink , but he finally said it was fine and I could practically feel my brain stem jump for joy.
After that, I can't remember very much, other than the fact that the venue was tiny ( mrgreen ) The dream didn't last long enough so I didn't get to hear Frank's response to the question I was gonna ask, which I think might be a sign. Oh well. The dream in itself was worth it. The warm, fuzzy, only-MCR-could-ever-make-me-feel-this-great (or God, buy you know what I'm getting at) feeling I had afterwards was so spectacular. Had I been (or were I ever) suicidally depressed, I think the feeling I got from that dream would have had a "Famous Last Words"-effect tenfold.
Currently listening to: "I Never Told You What I Do For A Living" My Chemical Romance
ghostmelody · Sun Mar 25, 2007 @ 03:20pm · 2 Comments |
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