This morning I woke up in the middle of a dream — don’t you hate it when that happens? I snoozed once, so it was a two-parter.
In the first part, I was in some kind of inventor’s club, but I forget my invention. I did watch the movie "Flash of Genius" last night, so that could have had something to do with it. My alarm rang as I was talking to another lady (who works in my office) about her sodium towel invention (don’t ask).
The second part was me and some guy (who resembled the main vocalist from the Wallflowers) walking into some kind of a rave. I was not a rocker, I was just me. He held my hand as we made our way through the mob. We finally arrived at a spot where a guy who resembled Dave Matthews was sitting and talking incomprehensibly (I saw DM on the CMAs last night, too). He told something to my Wallflowers guy that I didn’t understand, so I asked my guy to repeat. He said DM, who apparently was his brother, wanted him to play the bass sax at the rave (which was my husband’s instrument in high school). My guy was playing it cool, sort of like "I don’t do that anymore, I have moved on," which I guess made him super sexy. The entire time I had the feeling he had been summoned there, and didn’t come willingly. I told him it sounded cool and he should do it, and he looked like he was thinking about it. He was still holding my hand, which at first seemed it was because he didn’t want to lose me in the crowd, but at that moment he started rubbing my hand with his thumb in a caressing fashion. Now he had my attention!
… and then my alarm rang again.
Did you know that Twilight, the book series, was born from the author’s one-night dream of the meadow scene? She was a plain old mormon housewife in Arizona, with a degree in Literature, who just decided to write down that scene so she wouldn’t forget it, and ended up writing a whole book around it. The rest was history.
So, was my dream just a dream? What would happen if I wrote a book around it? Could my life change forever?
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Naaaahhhhhh… 🙂
ina