Bruno meets Dominic and I meet them all

Bruno Mars and his band

Dominic Lucero in Stand by Me

Where do I even begin on this dream?

I'm not exactly sure where it started. The first thing I remember is being in either a house or a business of some kind. The front looked like a store and the back looked like a house. So many a small store with living quarters upstairs or at the back?

I was with a group of people that turned out to be Bruno Mars' band members. This wasn't clear until I heard someone at the front door and went to check. It was Eric, Bruno's brother and drummer, and his little boy. It was absolutely them and directly from pictures and video I've seen of both of them. They entered the building and I said, "Is this Liam?"  Eric smiled proudly and coaxed his little boy to say hello. Liam had no trouble greeting me and I may have talked to him for a minute. You know, typical things you ask a little kid like, "How old are you..." etc. Such a sweet and adorable little kid. When he left, I turned to one of the band guys who was still in the room and said, "Such a cute kid."

I ended up retiring to my quarters and it is obvious to me at this point that I'm touring with the band. In whatever capacity, I was hired on for some reason. Not once in the dream was I working, but I knew I was a member of the crew.

At this point, I run into Dominic who is also touring, but a member of the band...somehow. I think my Bruno and Michael Jackson references got mixed up. Somehow this all made sense which it often does in dreams.

I guess I was brand new to the band and had not quite been given my own quarters yet. The living quarters appeared to be quite tight and small. I spent some time in what appeared to be Dominic's room where I guess I thought I'd be sharing with him. We talked for a bit and I was enjoying his company. Then he left and I figured out that he had given up his room for me. He was now bunking with another member of the band.

I creep out of my room which was the last room at the right end of the hall. Dominic had taken another room which was next door, but kitty-corner to the room I was staying in. So if I was close enough to the doorway of my room, I could hear them talking.

I have no idea what they were talking about, but Dominic and his new roommate were chatting. I became intensely interested in what they were saying, so I stood outside the door ease-dropping.  Apparently his roommate could see me and told me it was okay if I came in. I was embarrassed to be caught, but I did enter.

Immediately Dominic and I pick up our conversation. One of the weirdest parts of this dream? Dominic was a teenager and in high school. I was the same age as him. In reality, we were a decade apart in age. But in the dream we were the same age or only a couple of years difference. We started talking about school and found we had so much in common.

He and his roommate shared a bunk bed and he had the top bunk. I stood there as he sat up in bed and chatted. Of course, we were completely ignoring his roommate by this time.

I don't know where it ended, but that's the last thing I remember.

Okay, so what I find strangest about this dream is that I have seen only one photo of Dominic as a teenager. And he didn't necessarily look like that in this dream. I read something once about dreams and the people in our dreams are from people we've seen. So, could it be that my subconscious melded various images of him together to create teenage Dominic?

I find the Bruno connection less odd as I just watched him perform last night. The randomness of it all is odd. Why did I dream about Liam? Why Eric? And why only Bruno's band members. I think Bruno made an appearance somewhere, but that part isn't as clear as the rest.

Dang nap dreams.

The One Where Bruno Kissed Me

Bruno Mars and Guitar

I need to get this down before I forget it!

Monday night (7/22/13) a friend and I went to see Bruno Mars live in concert. Last night I had a dream about him.

It started out where I was in either a class or a tour. Suddenly Bruno showed up to join the whatever-it-was. I want to say it was a tour because we were moving around a lot, but it might have been a class like dance or something because there was a lot of stationary movement.

Well, whatever it was, I kept my eyes glued to Bruno the whole time. At one point, he bent over (again, possibly dance or exercise) and I didn't waste time checking him out. Then when I was staring, I was quick to look away. I knew I'd be mortified if he caught me staring at him and more specifically his ass.

After the tour or class, everyone parted ways. Suddenly I was watching him walk across a large expanse of lawn where there were a lot of trees. There was a road where cars were parked beyond and that was the direction he was heading. I was running after him and caught up to him. I didn't have much time, but told him I was a huge fan and that I had loved his concert. I shook his hand and he thanked me for the kind words. We parted ways.

The dream morphed into me being at a dinner party with the friend I went to the concert with and a bunch of her friends (none of which I recognized in the dream). We were all just sitting around chatting. Then Bruno joined us. I was dumbfounded. Somehow he was connected through one of the people at the party.

He was very respectful, quiet and unassuming. He let everyone talk and tell stories. Again, I was glued to him. I completely ignored what was going on around me and watched everything he did from the way he sat to his reactions to what people were saying.

My friend began telling a story about her grandson. In the dream she had bought him this rather cheap hat, but he had loved it. She said he thought he was really hot stuff and it had become is favorite hat. I looked over at Bruno as she was telling the story and he had a huge smile on his face. I had seen a video where he explained his love of hats being because he cut his hair and he missed the extra hair he once had and started wearing and collecting hats.

When people got up to mingle a little, I got up and went over to him and properly introduced myself. I told him how much I loved his music and the concert we had just been to. I gave a little more detail about how much I had enjoyed it.

He apparently was so taken with whatever I had said that he thanked me, gave me a hug and kissed my cheek.

The dream skipped forward to afterward. Something was wrong with my phone as I was trying to text a work friend about how Bruno had kissed me.

Finally I got it to work and I texted: Bruno kissed me!
She responded back: How did that happen?!

It skipped forward to me retelling the story and I explained that Bruno had kissed me on my left cheek. People joked that I would never wash that cheek.

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The background to this...

I had been thinking about Bruno and listening to his music non stop since the concert.
If we had been on a tour, I had been talking to my friend on the ride to the concert about the Winchester Mystery House Tour I had just been on.
The hat story...my friend was considering getting her grandson a hat at an outlet mall we went to. We both really wanted to see him wearing this hat. And then seeing the interview where Bruno talked about his hat collection.
Lastly, the kiss. I was remembering when I got to meet Blake Lewis a few years back. I have a picture of him fake kissing me on my left cheek. I was thinking about that picture a couple of days ago.

Whatever it was, I had a dream where Bruno Mars kissed me!

Before the curtain closes

Lately I've been revisiting my teenage years and have gotten back into Newsies. As a teenager, I loved this movie! I followed the actors for probably 10 years into amazing careers. I followed four of the guys onto the Nickelodeon show, Roundhouse which I also came to love.

One of the most tragic of stories is that of one of the most talented actors from Newsies. Dominic Lucero. Amazingly talented guy and, as I've read and heard, an all around amazing guy. In 1993, he was diagnosed with lymphomic cancer. He passed away July 1, 1994 barely 2 months before his 27th birthday.

The amazing thing to me is that 18 years after his death, his fans are still out there keeping his memory alive. It amazes me constantly the number of lives one person touches. The memorial pages, blogs, tumblrs, youtube memorials and all else on the internet amazes me. They all make me cry, but that's another story.

I've been dreaming about Dominic lately. Only one really made sense. I know he has been on my mind lately, but the volume of the dreams is getting weird.

The most recent dream involved the 3rd season of Roundhouse. The morning I had this dream I was watching Roundhouse in episode order. (I bought the series off ioffer.com.) I was looking for the final 3 episodes he appeared in during season 3. I decided to take a nap and I had this dream.

I was watching the show which happened to be season 3 and I think I was in the audience. I don't remember specifics really. I just saw a lot of dancing and singing. It was really the set and all that went with it.

Somehow I got to what looked like a movie theater and was standing in the lobby. It turned out this was where the show was filmed. (Yeah, not really, but it was in my dream.) It was flipping back and forth to me going to the movies and me seeing Roundhouse. That part was weird. But suddenly, I was there for Roundhouse and I was standing in the lobby. Dominic was heading off to the studeo and looked like he did in season 1. He looked happy and healthy. He was wearing the outfit he wore during the Conflict episode in season 1. He walked by me and I said, "Hey, Dominic. It's good to have you back.  He turned, smiled and said, "Thanks." Then he continued on.

That was it. If there was more, I don't remember it.

The other dreams were sort of fragments.

The first one I had was sort of like Kevin's behind the scenes of Newsies. He was just walking around. Except here it looked like he was rehearsing for something.

The other dream I don't really remember, but I know he was in it. I think it was more of the first dream. He was there, but there wasn't a purpose to the dream. He was just there somewhere.

I finally did see the final 3 episodes he appeared in and about cried watching his final episode. The first episode he was in during season 3 was with him sitting in the audience. Ivan ran out into the audience during the credits and pointed him out. He looked so different. Then when he was in the actual show, I realized he really did look different. A result of his treatment maybe? His voice sounded strained. The way he walked even looked as if he struggled to make it across the stage. I was about in tears by the credits.

I want to know the story behind this so badly. Why did he come back when he was so sick? I love that he did, but why?

I wish I hadn't become a full-fledged Dominic fan after he was gone. I liked him and missed him in the day, but I wish I'd come to love him like others have for the last 20+ years before now.

RIP Dominic. We still love and miss you.

Friends at the Beach

I had a dream one night that I went to the beach (which beach, I have no idea. It wasn't in Oregon. Too warm). There I ran into a girl I went to school with. We used to live next door to each other. I've seen her recently within the last few months and she was not the same person as in the dream.

She told me she lived not far away and to come see her place. It looked like one of those changing rooms on the beach. It was right off the beach too. I thought for sure it would be a piece of crap. But I went inside and it wasn't bad. It was light and airy. Not terribly small. It was small, but really cute.

I think she showed me all her family. Through pictures or something. Maybe they came home. It seemed like there were a ton of people living there. It would have been fine for one person, but no more than that.

Odd dream.

Everyone will die!

I had the most bizarre dream last night. I'm not even sure why I had it. It was just so weird.

There was some kind of epidemic that worse than anything anyone had ever seen. If you got the disease, you died within hours. I think it was mostly spread by blood, but also if you were around the person you seemed to be able to get it. It was an awful thing to get.

Eventually once it became better known, hospitals were quarantining people who had it within a certain room or ward. And there were signs that really make no sense now. It seemed if you had three somethings (looked like tree limbs) than you had it.

There was one part where a little girl's mom had it. They were trying to save her (though it as hopeless). The girl had no father has he'd left them. The hospital worked hard to find him. They succeeded and he came to the hospital. When he got there, the little girl came out of the room where her mother was and he said, "So where's your mom?" The girl started crying and said, "She's dead." The conclusion was that the dad would have to take her.

In the end there was a lot of blood and a lot of dead people. A lot of people went into comas and went on life support. Some people just died. Others begged to be taken out of their misery.

Not a good dream, really.

She's back!

Last night I had another roommate dream. I've discovered that when in times of great stress, I either have the school dream or the roommate dream. Great. I really need my ex-roommate torturing me in my asleep time.

In the dream, I had decided that I couldn't take my job anymore and moved away. I moved in with someone who could help support me in a transition phase. That was my ex-roommate. Why, I don't know. It felt like I had to move in with her. I wasn't looking forward to it.

Then my cat, Dinah, was there. And I said something about her ability to adapt since she'd lived in that situation before.

Then things got weird. I realized I had moved from my apartment and wondered why I'd done that. And I hadn't moved away like I had thought. Strange.

I woke up and said over and over, "I will NEVER move back in with her."

Where did the term go?

Well, it came back. My reoccurring school dream.

This time I was in college and taking a full time class load. Then for some reason, I stopped going to class. I think it was all of my classes. I had somehow lost track of everything. My classes, assignments, days and times.

At the end of the dream, I went back to one of my classes only to realize something awful. I had missed the entire term of the class. The class I had gone to was a totally different class.

I realized as I tried to take notes that I didn't know anything they were talking about. It wasn't the same class because that class was finished. I left the room and somehow checked the date and realized the term had ended. I also hadn't signed up for classes for the current term.

I always seem calmer in these dreams than I would be in real life. I'd be panicked. In the dream, I walked away thinking I just needed to go register for classes. In reality, there would be no way to sign up that late nor catch up.

This is my typical stress dream.