Just had this dream...

March 6, 2015

                Took a nap, and I had this dream.  I’m a little fuzzy about how I got there from here, as they say, but the first place I recall being is near a busy highway.  It’s night, and I’m on the side of the road, trying to merge back in.  I keep looking both ways, and, like always, I see a gap on one side, but the other is still spread out.  Whenever I see a gap, I think about going for it and jumping back in.  But then, I see those a truck barreling down toward me, and I know that my car will take time to get up to speed.  I’m also holding it in my hand.  The technique I’ll have to use it to run with it, and then put it down on the ground – sort of like the way a skateboarder might do.  But there’s those trucks again.  And how come when one side is clear, the other side of cars seems to slow down?  If they’d just come on, I could go.  For some reason, after each attempt or contemplation of entering the traffic, I keep moving down the road a little bit, too.  I eventually come to a place where the one road is diagonally crossed by another, equally busy road.  It’s then that it gets weird. 

                I am startled by a person just off my shoulder.  I think he says something about my having trouble, or can he help me or something like that.  It’s then that I straighten from my track-ready-to-Usain-Bolt-into-traffic stance and turn to face the stranger’s voice.  Hello, Kenny Chesney.  “Hey, you’re Kenny Chesney!”  Off in the distance behind him, I notice a lot of other vehicles that I don’t recall being there before.  It’s like a rest area or maybe the parking lot of a truck stop.  I don’t remember walking or moving in any sort of way, but now we’re closer to them than the roadside where I originally was. 

                We’re talking – and there are a few others around now, as well – and, for some reason, he asks, “How’d you know it was me?”

                “I know you.  I’ve seen you before.  Heck, I’m listening to your song right now,” and I show him my phone.  My phone, at some point, replaced my car in my hand. 

(Aside:  Looking back, it’s ironic that the activity of entering the road was “normal”, while my car was weird.  Now, my hand area is the “normal” part, while the larger, outside activity with Kenny is weird.  Weird.)

                “Is that ‘*Armor*’?”  The song was “Armor Something” or “Something Armor”, don’t recall which.  I think.  It may have been just “Armor”.

                At any rate, Kenny reaches for one of my earphone/buds…actually, he snatched it.  That caught me by surprise:  the slight uptick in aggression, if you will, and his excitement.  Over his own song.  He’s had to have heard it before.  He recorded it.  I feel like the layout was more Spotify-like, but I’m sure I was listening to Pandora, and as he listens to it, I notice his picture on my phone again.  I tilt my head a bit, like a dog might, and look from the image to the real Kenny.  I thought he was a good enough-looking dude from what I could always tell, but, man, up-close, the skin on his face was really bad.  It sort of looked like he had some makeup on to try and conceal it, but you could still see all the blemishes.  Startling.

                Then, another person also see ms excited by the fact that I could be listening to a Kenny Chesney song; he, too, makes a move toward my earphones.  It’s a little blurry here, but I know this guy is an ESPN broadcaster.  I’m not sure who though.  I keep thinking Kenny, as in Kenny Mayne – Kenny and Kenny, of course it is – but I’m not sure what he looks like.  Somehow, I keep feeling like this person looks like another one of them.  Later on, I looked up some of their sportscasters on Google, trying to find a match.  He definitely didn’t look like Kenny Mayne.  He more resembled Scott Van Pelt…but with hair. 

                I finally thought about asking Kenny (Chesney) if he’d mind taking a picture with me.  He said, “Sure.”  Around the same time, “Kenny Mayne” started to walk off.  Well, I thought it’d be cool to have him in the photo, too, and I wanted to call out to him to stop.  However, I hesitated, because even though my mind kept telling me his name was “Kenny”, he just didn’t look like it, and I didn’t want to call him the wrong thing.  So, I just brusquely yelled, “Hey!”  He stopped and turned, and I felt more strongly that he was a “Kenny”, after all.

                He agrees to be in a picture, and I begin to try and get my phone on its camera.  It was then that I noticed that now we were in a bus.  It wasn’t a tour bus, as you might expect with these two, but it was more like a school bus – that toured.  It seemed fancier somehow than the bus I used to ride in elementary (not a hard thing to do, I know).  It also seemed blacker.  And glossier.  Like a guitar.  Then, weird went to eleven.

                I keep swiping around trying to find my dang camera icon.  I try to stall a bit because I know the Kenny’s probably need to go soon.  In my frustration, I tell Kenny (Chesney), “Don’t ever get the S5.  I’ve disliked it from day one.  I mean, it’s powerful and all, but….” 

I still can’t find it.  As a matter of fact, I can’t find anything…familiar.  Somehow, quite suddenly and without my knowledge, my phone turned Victorian.  I guess these days, it might be construed as Steampunk.  There was scrollwork all over it, and all the iconography were items that you might find in the 1800s or something.

                All the while, Kenny (Chesney) is becoming more tired, and “Kenny Mayne” is becoming more fidgety.  I figure they’ll both leave soon if I can’t find the thing.  During my frantic search, I remember a couple of icons.  One seemed like binoculars or “theatre glasses” perhaps.  I started to think this might be the one for the camera, but it’s like it was “slippery”.  I couldn’t ever seem to tap it.  When I’d get close, it would move.  The whole screen would sometimes move to another page.  The other was a revolver with the label “Bedside Aide” that I knew was a medical aid of some sort.  A particular sort, I thought:  “If the pain is becomes too much, just tap on the ‘Bedside Aide’ button.  BLAM!  Instant relief!”  Pretty macabre. 

               This thing ends with a whimper instead of a bang – unless you count the ‘Bedside’ app, and if you think it wasn't a whimper already.  I struggled to no end trying to find the camera.  I eventually asked Kenny (Chesney) if he’d take it and send it to me.  I got a curt “No” for that one.  Ol’ “Kenny Mayne” came over to me and said, “That’s okay, we’ll let you try again tomorrow.”  I was pretty excited about getting this strange photo, but it was not to be, as I woke up shortly thereafter.  Stuck at some truckstop/rest area with my tiny car and Victorian phone.  Everything’s back to normal, it seems.

-- thanks to anyone who took time out to read.  I appreciate it.  If anyone wants to share their  own dreams/stories, it’d be my pleasure to read.

TLR:  Sorry, can’t help you there.  Being laconic, concise, sparse, and/or economical aren’t my strong suits.  (Case in point.)