| 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 |