80sU2isBest
Rock n' Roll Doggie Band-aid
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At least, that's what I dreamed.
Have you ever had a dream that went from being one of the best to one of the absolute worst?
I dreamed that Bono was over at my place, and he told me he never gets a chance to listen to their studio recordings because he's on the road so much. So I play him some songs. Then I get a piece of paper and he gives me his email address, and I'm thinking "I'm not going to give this email out to the interferencers, but how are they going to believe me without it?" As I'm writing, I wake up (or at least I thought I did), and I'm standing in the middle of someone's yard, dressed in regular clothes, not my PJs. My niece is there, and she says I must have sleepwalked, because the family has been looking for me all night. I am holding a piece of paper, but the email address fades out, like disappearing ink or something. I was so bummed it was just a dream. Then, we walk across a busy street (how did I get across that safely while sleeping?) and to my house. When I get inside, my out of town family is all there, and my brother tells me my mom had a heart attack. I yell "my God - nooooo!!" and wake up for real. While I was sad the first part of my dream wasn't real, I was extremely greatful to God that the second part wasn't real.
Have you ever had a dream that went from being one of the best to one of the absolute worst?
I dreamed that Bono was over at my place, and he told me he never gets a chance to listen to their studio recordings because he's on the road so much. So I play him some songs. Then I get a piece of paper and he gives me his email address, and I'm thinking "I'm not going to give this email out to the interferencers, but how are they going to believe me without it?" As I'm writing, I wake up (or at least I thought I did), and I'm standing in the middle of someone's yard, dressed in regular clothes, not my PJs. My niece is there, and she says I must have sleepwalked, because the family has been looking for me all night. I am holding a piece of paper, but the email address fades out, like disappearing ink or something. I was so bummed it was just a dream. Then, we walk across a busy street (how did I get across that safely while sleeping?) and to my house. When I get inside, my out of town family is all there, and my brother tells me my mom had a heart attack. I yell "my God - nooooo!!" and wake up for real. While I was sad the first part of my dream wasn't real, I was extremely greatful to God that the second part wasn't real.