I think my subconscious is trying to prepare me for success in music. That’s why I keep having bizarre dreams that include run-ins with celebrities.
I just woke up from a dream in which I was one of the facilitators at some kind of conference retreat in a cabin by a beach. It must have been a long dream — I can vaguely approach some of the outlines of what happened earlier on — but the parts I remember were right at the end, just before I woke up.
I was supposed to be facilitating a session on some new or obscure language acquistion method (
To my great relief, my coworker Jill, who was one of the other facilitators, offered to take that session for me at the last minute so I could go lead her session on “Being Argumentative.” Why was she letting me lead it?
Because Daryl Hall was sitting in the room, ready to begin.
When I started the session, I had a little dream-within-a-dream where I saw myself beginning the session by admitting to being a huge, huge, HUGE fan of Daryl’s. In my mini-dream, it was obvious what a huge, huge, HUGE mistake that would be. I snapped back to “reality” and began the session by asking for intros around the circle. Daryl was clearly grateful to be being treated like everyone else.
Incidentally, shortly after the session began, a man I recognized walked by and a woman’s head with no body floated by beside him. I recognized the head, too, and said hello, and she and I chit-chatted for a minute before I turned back to my session. I have no idea what that section of the dream means.