Dreamt last night that I got to
meet my favorite actor, Steve Byers. It
was really cool! Like all dreams, it was
a bit fuzzy in my mind after waking up, but hey, since I’m relatively sure that
I’ll never meet him in person, it was pretty awesome! Besides, I was much more articulate in my
dream that I most likely would be were I to ever actually meet him. That’s one of the great advantages of dreams,
at least for me. Odds are, that if I
ever did actually come face to face with him, I’d almost certainly babble
nervously and he wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgewise. That, however, is not what happened in my
imagination as I slept.
My son had recently checked out a
book about dog sled racing, a fictional kids’ book, and I’d read it to him and
his little sister, a couple of times in the last two days, so I’m pretty
certain this is where the imaginary film plot came from. I’ve no idea how I ended up talking to him,
but regardless, in my dream, we were just hanging out, watching this imaginary
film of his and he was talking to me about all sorts of stuff that went into
making it, kind of like when you listen to the director’s and actors’
commentary version of a DVD movie, except that in my dream, he was actually
there. I wasn’t even nervous, which is a
shocker, and overall, remembering this as I woke up was a great start to my
day. And of course, he looked as
handsome as always. His hair was all
curly like it was in episodes of “Falcon Beach,” as opposed to being straighter
when he was in “Alphas.” And he was
wearing a red muscle shirt with black trim and black pants and sneakers. That’s about it. I woke up happy. Who wouldn’t?
Do I sound a little obsessed or
crazy? Probably. But if I were worried
about sounding crazy, I never would’ve tweeted him in the first place and
certainly wouldn’t have mailed him an excessively long fan letter. In my
defense, I AM a novelist, so I’m verbose by definition. And at this point, I’ve said enough crazy
stuff to him that I figure he must be amused, since he has quite a sense of
humor. If I were driving him crazy, I’m
sure he’d find a way to tactfully let me know, as he’s too sweet to be anything
but tactful.
So why did I dream about him last
night? I’m not sure. I was talking a about him to a friend pretty
late last night. I’d been at meeting
about the disastrous Common Core educational initiative, which needs to be
stopped. The meeting had just ended and it was a pretty serious and heavy
topic. My phone is set to vibrate the
same for calls, texts, tweets, or any kind of acknowledgement of my
tweets. I’d gotten a text from my husband
not too long before with a question about a kid’s medicine, so when the phone
vibrated, I picked it up and glanced at it even though I was talking with
friends. The fact that Steve had just
favorited one of my tweets rolled across the screen and I couldn’t help cracking a wide grin, which I
then, or course had to explain because it was out of sync with the overall mood
of the room. Maybe that’s why. I don’t know.
But virtual reality, of which dreams are the best kind, can sure be fun :)
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