| I open this dream setting up my room at UNI. I’m arranging my stuff in this incredibly spacious room, and the door opens to reveal Anna. Disregarding the piles of stuff that my new roommate left all over, she tells me that she lives right next door. I’m now very happy, so we flop on the bed and start talking about UNI. Suddenly, we hear an announcement: “All freshmen please report to Parker Road.” Parker Road? There is no such place. But shrugging, I grab my “freshman bag”-a case much like a trumpet’s, that were handed out to all freshmen to use-and hurry outside. I walk down several skyways (those hallway in the air things) and continually slip and stumble on the smooth glass floors. Occasionally, the skills I’ve acquired at “not-falling” (being able to catch yourself after you stumble) give out and I land flat on my rear. (This is, of course, hysterical to the passersby.) But, shrugging it off, I continue on my quest. Eventually, I see it-the stairs that lead down to Parker Road. I race down them and run outside, where a group of about twenty freshmen are standing. Across an insanely busy street is a large governmental building with a really large staircase (like the Art Museum’s in Rocky.) I see on these steps a guy with a really big camera darting around. He’s up the steps, down, over to the left a bit, he’s hopping all over the place. And then, I hear the opening chords of “Eat It”. I start looking around for the location of the music, and I say to the group “Hey, who’s playing Eat It?” “Eat It? What’s that?” Just my luck-I’m with people who have never heard of Al. So I continue to look around, and then I see movement over at the doors of the building! And coming out of the building, a familiar looking man... I scream “It’s Al!” (like any typical rabid fan would when seeing her idol) and the group says “Al who?”. I take off running across the insanely busy street. Somehow, all the cars are timed so that I am not hit and no one has to swerve. I reach the bottom of the staircase and run up. There, in his short-hair wig (that appears on him so much in these dreams) is Al, belting out the lyrics to Eat It to a news camera. And then, I am no longer there, but am viewing the video to Eat It. (Somehow, the dream visuals took a break, and I watched the music video instead of Al performing it live. I have no idea why.) After the video ends, I snap back to “reality”-Al stepping away from the camera and heading down the steps in my general direction. I run right in front of him, and immediately get all hyper and nervous as I ask him to sign my shirt. (Note to the curious: This would be the Yoda shirt that appeared in “Al’s New Tour” that bore Jim and Jon’s signatures.) He, for some reason just as hyper and nervous as I am, agrees and signs the back of my right shoulder, right behind Jim’s. I remember cautioning him to make it legible, and him standing with his foot behind his head as he signed. (Quite a trick-signing a Yoda shirt while standing on one foot, with the other foot behind your head, on the middle of a huge set of steps...) After that, we apparently hit it off and decided to walk and chat. We go down the steps and walk a few blocks, then we turn left into this big grassy field. (Right smack dab in the middle of Cedar Falls...) We head out to the center and start roaming around. We hear a rustling. We turn to look at the line of trees on the north side of the field, and spy a mob of people running for us and chanting “We Want Al!” Al gives me a look of “Gotta go, sorry!” and tears off in a southerly direction. I then see a mob of people coming up from the south chanting “We Want Megan!” Wonderful. Now I’m being pursued by rabid fans of my own. So I tear off north. The mobs, of course, press us in a pincer movement and leave us surrounded. We give each other a look of desperation-we were squished in tighter than a rock star in eighties pants-and whip out our black permanent markers, signing shirts, hats, arms, legs, faces, you name it, we signed it. (I don’t normally get chased by mobs of people frantically screaming my name. Not that I don’t think it wouldn’t be cool, or anything.) We end up on the outskirts of the crowd, give each other one more look, “Let’s go!” and tear off back towards UNI. The mob follows, chanting our names and screaming... And then I woke up. Al, we simply must stop meeting like this...I’m running out of Sharpies. ;) The odd thing was, I woke up with the words Five Hundred in my head...enough in my head so that when my mom asked me what time I needed to be somewhere, I answered 500 instead of 8:45. I have no idea how that ties in, but then again, with my head, should I really ask? My Take On It Next Dream |
| From Pursuer to Pursued in One Easy Step 01/13/01 |