| I was taking a nap in the back of our van in a parking lot. (I was sleeping while I was actually sleeping.) I woke up (in the dream) and sat up in the seat, yawning and stretching. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jim West walking through the parking lot! He was with a bunch of people-his extended family-and they were all going out to lunch together. They all went in a nearby restaurant and disappeared from view. I started fixing my hair, straightening my clothes, and trying to look suave and sophisticated after spending half the day asleep in a van. Well, it didn’t happen. I sighed in exasperation and Ben (who happened to be in the driver’s seat) turned, looked at me, and said “What?” “Nothing, nothing. Let’s go eat.” We got out of the van and walked in. The waiter sat us down on the opposite side of the room from Jim. I could just barely see him if I turned my head almost all the way around. I figured that would be way too obvious, so I contented myself with talking to Ben and waiting for a good reason to turn and see if it really was Jim, or if it was just someone who looked a lot like him. A shadow fell over the table. I looked up, expecting to see the waiter. Nope. It was Jim! My mind froze. I couldn’t do anything but stare. “Uh…” Jim looked at me a bit nervously. “Um…hi. Do you know who I am?” I leaped up out of my seat. “Of COURSE I know who you are!” He grinned at me. “Um…Jim? Do you mind if…I mean, would you mind too much if I…” I swear he could read my mind. He didn’t say a word, just grabbed me and bearhugged the air right out of me. As we hugged, he said “I recognized you by your hair-it’s really pretty. I remember seeing it in…” “Davenport,” I chimed in, fiddling with one of my long reddish blonde locks. “Right. Well, just thought I’d say hi,” and he went back to his family. I collapsed in my seat. Ben was giving me the oddest look, and all I could think was how I couldn’t wait to post about this at Stupid. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Guitarist Sighting 11/26/01 |