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!

A Whole Bunch of Michael Johns

Last night I fell asleep shortly after dinner and just kept right on sleeping. I woke up at midnight then went back to sleep. Didn't remember any dreams until this morning.

It was basically one really long dream in parts. The first part, I went to see Michael Johns in concert again. It seemed like a really big deal this time. I think Brooke White was with him, but I'm not sure. I seem to remember him doing the duet with her. But I also seem to recall that he was doing his show solo. Then there was some really weird stuff like all of us taking a boat trip and stuff like that.

At one point in the show, he asked if there were any requests. I requested one of my favorite songs which I've always thought he thinks of his wife while singing. He did not sing it at the show I saw in real life, but he did sing it when I requested it. He said, "Oh, my wife will thank you for that. It's one of her favorites."

After the show, or during some intermission, we (who was with me, I'm not sure but only one other person was) somehow got to another part of the venue. And where the venue was, I have no idea. It was some big warehouse like building with lots of stares and it was very dark.

Then we ended up having some little group thing with Michael. Some of us sitting around him. I guess they asked him questions. Not sure. As the group started to leave, it ended up being just the three of us. I asked him if I could ask him a question. He said sure. I said, "If this is too personal, just let me know." He said okay. I said, "Do you and Stacey plan to have children?" He said, "No, we're too busy and I don't think I want one." One, meaning a child. It was really strange because he didn't say it like he totally disliked the idea. It was like it was fact. "No, we're not having children."

Then we headed back with the rest of the group. As we were walking down a flight of stairs, Stacey came running up to us until she got next to Michael. Then she held her hand out to me to shake my hand. "It's nice to meet you," she said and then said, "I owe you one." Meaning the song I'd requested.

I think there was more, but I dno't remember it.

Then I was meeting with my friend Miranda. We were in her car and she was trying to get some music from her iphone. She got it to working to transmit over her car radio and one of the songs to come up was Michael Johns. At some point we started talking and she admitted she'd seen all my trip/concert pictures. Somehow I had video of it and showed her at her house. Then she said something about needing to figure out how to better communicate with her friends. And how she means to talk to me and others, but she just doesn't. This I know is because she hasn't been talking to me since she went to law school and she's been on my mind.

There was another dream, but I can't remember what it was.

Wal-Mart with a side of Michael Johns

I had three fairly vivid dreams last night. And strange ones.

The first one wasn't so vivid. Just strange. It started out that I was playing some video game. One of those "reality games" where you manage a supermarket. I had to check people through the check out line, put their groceries in a cart, help them out of the store, bring the cart back and then clean the cart for the next person. Suddenly, I was really working in a store. I believe it was Wal-Mart, but not sure. And it seems I was more than just a floor associate. My manager pulled me aside on my first day and gave me my tasks. The only thing I remember is she said there was no one working one department (I think it was Men's wear) and she told me to push all the carts for that department (go backs and returns) off into the pet department. She gave me a few more things and that was it.

Then after I woke up and was finally able to go back to sleep, I dreamed about Michael Johns again. This time I was actually AT a concert. Except this was a special concert or show. Not one where they all performed, but attended with everyone else. I was sitting in one section where I could sort of see off stage and I could see Michael. The person I was with (no idea who it was) told me Michael was forced to go to this show. "He was bribed," I was told. I looked over at him and he looked so pained like it was torturous for him to be there. Plus, he looked different. He had longer hair. Just slightly shaggy looking. He still looked handsome!

So then the contestants started walking on stage when prompted. The first was a girl I didn't quite recognize. I thought it might be Jennifer Hudson, but I don't think it was. I shook her hand (I was right next to the walkway, so all I had to do was stand and hold out my hand for her to shake) and she was visibly shaking. I congratulated her and she said, "I haven't done anything yet."

After that, Michael came to sit in the back of the audience. This was in my section. It was about 4 rows behind me and a couple of girls behind me started acting all "fanish" whispering and such. Someone next to them told them to not bother him and to not stare. They did which I believe the same person got them to stop. I watched him too, but not trying to be obvious.

Then he was called on stage and he got up and headed down to the stage. This time I wasn't near the stage like before but a few rows back. Now we were sitting in bleachers instead of theater seats. When he passed, he was really nice and shook hands with people. Me and the girl sitting next to me held out our hands and he leaned in to reach us. The person I was with was trying to hold me back a little by holding my arm, but this way I couldn't reach him. I shook them off and leaned in where Michael took my hand. You'd think I'd just won the lottery!

That's about all I remember of that dream, but I did remember the best parts!

Then early this morning right before I woke up, I had another jury duty dream. I was at work all set to have a Friday off. Then I was called to go in for jury duty. I had to go in halfway through Thursday and I knew I'd miss my day off. So I go down there and go through the whole first day back. It looked like there were fewer people than there should have been.

And then when the day was over, I wasn't sure it had actually happened. I questioned whether I should call into the call-in number and make sure I should be there and what time I needed to go. I then woke up.

In reality, I do believe the grand jury only meets on Wednesday and Thursday, so I wouldn't have had to give up my Friday off. Only rarely does it meet for a third day. But, I would probably not have taken that day off if I had had to deal with Jury Duty too. I'd have to do my make up work on that Friday.

Needless to say, Jury Duty still worries me.