Last night I had the most vivid, real dream I've had in a long time.
I was back in high school, but the "cafeteria" was outside, partly covered, with a big lawn to hang out on. I was still me as I am now, 31, a photographer with a daughter, but for some reason it wasn't weird that I was in high school. Tony Danza (from Who's The Boss, if you're not familiar) came and spoke very briefly during our lunch time. I grabbed a print out of a picture I wanted him to sign, chased him down, and found him playing a game with his daughter at one of the lunch tables. I handed him the picture, and realized it was the wrong one. It was very important to me to have him sign this one particular picture, and after promising him I'd be *right back* I ran to grab the right picture.
School security had cordoned off the lawn where my stuff was, and they wouldn't let me in to get my bag. There were other kids still on the lawn, wandering around, so I begged one of them to nab my bag for me. She did, reluctantly, and I ran back over to Tony. He wasn't there anymore. He'd promised he'd wait for me, and I looked everywhere, and shouted his name a few times. Finally, I had given up and grumbled about how I hate when people do that, and I turn around to see him over in a corner, waiting just like he'd said. I grinned, ran over to him, and started going through my backpack to find the picture.
My stuff had been strewn on the lawn when I'd left it, so someone had stuffed it all back into my bag without much care. I rifled through *everything* but couldn't find the picture. At this point, I really should have just had him sign whatever and let the poor man get on with his day. But no, just before I woke up, I wanted to have him give me an address that I could send the picture to, so he could sign it and return it, and I'd handed him some ruled paper, hoping he might write me a little note as well. I could tell he was so ready to leave, but was very very gracious with me about the whole thing.
And then I woke up.
While I do like Who's The Boss, and Tony sure seems like a genuinely nice guy, I'm not this huge fan of his. I still don't know why it was so very important to find this one group picture I'd taken for him to sign.
Oh Tony, why are you haunting me?
I was back in high school, but the "cafeteria" was outside, partly covered, with a big lawn to hang out on. I was still me as I am now, 31, a photographer with a daughter, but for some reason it wasn't weird that I was in high school. Tony Danza (from Who's The Boss, if you're not familiar) came and spoke very briefly during our lunch time. I grabbed a print out of a picture I wanted him to sign, chased him down, and found him playing a game with his daughter at one of the lunch tables. I handed him the picture, and realized it was the wrong one. It was very important to me to have him sign this one particular picture, and after promising him I'd be *right back* I ran to grab the right picture.
School security had cordoned off the lawn where my stuff was, and they wouldn't let me in to get my bag. There were other kids still on the lawn, wandering around, so I begged one of them to nab my bag for me. She did, reluctantly, and I ran back over to Tony. He wasn't there anymore. He'd promised he'd wait for me, and I looked everywhere, and shouted his name a few times. Finally, I had given up and grumbled about how I hate when people do that, and I turn around to see him over in a corner, waiting just like he'd said. I grinned, ran over to him, and started going through my backpack to find the picture.
My stuff had been strewn on the lawn when I'd left it, so someone had stuffed it all back into my bag without much care. I rifled through *everything* but couldn't find the picture. At this point, I really should have just had him sign whatever and let the poor man get on with his day. But no, just before I woke up, I wanted to have him give me an address that I could send the picture to, so he could sign it and return it, and I'd handed him some ruled paper, hoping he might write me a little note as well. I could tell he was so ready to leave, but was very very gracious with me about the whole thing.
And then I woke up.
While I do like Who's The Boss, and Tony sure seems like a genuinely nice guy, I'm not this huge fan of his. I still don't know why it was so very important to find this one group picture I'd taken for him to sign.
Oh Tony, why are you haunting me?
Weird dreams are the strangest! I have never figured them out. My husband, the realist, says that it's just that our neurons are crossing paths from different memories and that is why the most bogus things occur. I, on the otherhand, am still searching for a "cooler" reasoning.
ReplyDeleteStopping over from SITS. I, too, was a day late. ;)
Man I always have weird dreams, but this one is right up there! I still feel like I should be looking for that just right picture, because he's waiting for me LOL
DeleteI am so very glad to hear that Tony Danza was nice to you in your dream. He really does seem like a decent guy!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I"m glad too. Sometimes the person my dreams focus on is a nice person in real life, and ends up terrible or evil in my dreams, in the worst ways. It throws me off for days, because it's usually someone I have to be around!
DeleteWell, if it's any consolation, I saw the Danny Pintauro in real life and was too scared to ask him to take a picture with me! OPPORTUNITY LOST FROM SHYNESS! WAAAAH!
ReplyDeleteWhy? *sigh*
Thanks for stopping by my blog today! So glad to be able to come over and read your blog! :-)
Awwww, yeah I'm shy like that too. I don't know that I've missed an opportunity like that, but I'd probably do the same thing! Thanks for stopping by :)
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