Sting dream
Robin
share:
I was out driving around, not far far from where I live, when for some
reason I decided to park my car along the street of a suburban area and just
take a walk. After a while I saw a small group of guys carrying stuff into
the garage of a fairly nice, two-story house. Some of the stuff looked like
concert equipment (speakers, drums, etc.). I walked into the garage and saw
Sting. I then realized the guys were his roadies. He was telling them
where to put the equipment. I thought his voice sounded peculiar -- he was
speaking with a cross between a country and Irish accent. I also noticed he
had a fuller head of hair. He stopped and looked at me, so I introduced
myself and told him I had just been taking a walk and recognized him. I was
suddenly nervous and figured he was going to tell me to get lost. Instead
he just said hello and continued working. I decided to hang around and watch
them work as long as Sting didn't seem annoyed. Instead he seemed to be in
a good mood as he interacted with his roadies. After about 5 minutes they
finished unloading, and Sting came over to me. He said he'd just moved in.
He said some other things (which I can't remember), but the odd thing was he
started calling me "worm." He said it in a very nice way, as if it were a
nickname he'd given me. I was actually flattered that he was calling me
that. Then I decided since he was calling me that name, he must read this
newsgroup. Anyway, he said he had to walk down the street to go to the
store or something, and I said my car was parked in that direction so we
started walking together. As we were walking, he told me a joke that was
rather elaborate, and it had something to do with SI vs. English units... I
totally didn't understand the punchline but laughed anyway. I was impressed
because the joke involved obscure units and how they related to each other.
I then told Sting I lived in a neighborhood just down the street. As we
departed he said goodbye and yelled out that I could drop by his house
anytime, but just be sure to call first. I suddenly realized I didn't have
his phone number. I thought about yelling back and asking him for his
number, but noticed there were other people walking around, and figured
Sting would not want to yell out his phone number in public. After he was
out of sight, I realized that I couldn't remember where I had parked my car,
so I turned around and went the other way. As I was walking, I was really
excited about Sting's invitation. I also thought, "The people on the
newsgroup will not believe this!" but then decided I'd better not say
anything on the newsgroup since Sting might be reading. I walked for quite
a while, and then accidentally walked into a hospital. I turned around
again and walked out, then woke up.
Arthur Telders
"Robin" <osb...@comcast.net> a écrit dans le message de news:
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Whisper
Hmmm, I think it's your subconscious trying to tell you you're way
over-obsessed with Sting, & you need to check yourself into a mental
hospital quickly.
The fact you walked straight out again suggests that this may not help,
however.... ; )
"Robin" <osb...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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Johnny
night becasue I want to give it a try! Maybe if I tweak the menu a bit then
i could have Britney spears in my dream! lol J/K! Thanks for sharing! johnny
"Robin" <osb...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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Robin
glass of iced tea. The caffiene helps me stay alert while I'm dreaming. :-)
If you're interested in Britney Spears, perhaps you can tweak the dream by
using artificial sweetner in your tea. Good luck and let me know if it
works!
"Johnny" <Johnnyj...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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Robin
"Whisper" <beav...@tpg.com.au> wrote in message
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2B Trudie
dreamed about him, he was performing in what I think was a high school
gymnasium and I was in the audience. Then right in the middle of a
song he stops, takes off his bass and starts closing the blinds on all
of the windows. That's all I remember. Normally when I dream about
him, we interact in some way -- but not this time -- I just watched
from a distance. WEIRD!
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DesertMoon
them in concert, and I was getting ready to go, choosing my clothes etc.
Next minute I WAS Sting, on stage, and I was about to start singing when a
sort of backing track came on that I was supposed to mime over. I was
annoyed, so I decided to not bother with the mic so everyone knew I wasn't
singing and I stage dived into the audience (that was fun). Then I got back
on stage, grabbed Andy and started dancing about with him! Whats that all
about?! Delusions of grandeur perhaps...
Cheers
Chrissy
WinterSun
morning, not long after dawn, just before I wake, I'm actually aware of
outside noises (cars passing by and such), what position I'm in bed --
hehehe, sort of an inside joke there, ;o) -- and even my own cute and
lovable snoring, lol So, I wouldn't say I "dream," though I'm not sure what
to call it. Anyway, I'm probably not making any sense, which is a sign I
should get to bed already. But here's is whatever-you-call it, of early
Sunday morning:
I was walking in my old childhood neighborhood.....the houses, trees and
other landmarks were so vivid and colorful, I could just touch them. I end
up walking into this house, not far from mine, and found Sting and other
unknown folks sitting around, chatting. I set my school books at a nearby
table and join their chat, which is about music and totally beyond my
understanding. I soon leave, taking my books with me. Outside, I realize
I'm holding a tape labeled "BND demos." I look around, trying to figure out
if I should trade or sell the tape over the internet, or go back inside and
return them to Sting. But I worry that he'd think I stole the tape. Then I
wake. That's it. Not very exciting, Im afraid, no discussions of English
units, but a Sting whatever-you-call-it nonetheless.
Spooky, really, that some of us are having Sting dreams on the same nights,
or early morning. Next thing you know, we are gonna be having tantric
experiences at about the same time too, :-o....
Cheers
"Robin" <osb...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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Baron
This was about 2 years ago. I have had several, but this is one of those
dreams you never forget....even if it had been without Sting.
Sting and I were sitting in a small room at night, alone. There in the room
was a small table and just the two chairs we had. On the table was a single
candle burning. I was very relaxed, being with Sting and all, and asked him
it were OK if I really picked his brain. He said "Oh sure, fire away".
My question to Sting was, "What gives you your inspiration? How do you write
the songs you write? What is your formula? How do you come up with your
lyrics? Tell me your secrets"
Well, he took the candle, got this really strange look on his face and said
"Watch this".
Before my eyes a tiny vortex began to form, like a little tiny tornado,
right over top of the candle, the tip of the vortex touching the tip of the
flame. Except, the vortex, looking like a small tornado as it did, wasn't
grey and white like you would see in a tornado,....... it was all the colors
of the rainbow..... and it started to grow. I was blown away by it all in
the dream. It grew to the size of about a person and then it engulfed me. I
just can begin to explain what it felt like in the dream. It was religious.
And then it just went poof!. It was gone. Sting, still standing there, had
this sheepish grin and said "Now do you understand?"
Then I awoke. I was freaked out the rest of the day. It was so surreal and
beautiful. There were no words to describe the sensation. Strangest of the
strangest when it comes to dreams.
It still freaks me out.
Then, about a year later I was shown a picture by an artist named Remedios
Varo (thank you Eleanor). The name of the painting is called "Naturaleza
Muerta Resucitando" (Still-life Being Resurrected). Here is a link to the
painting. It is the last image at the bottom of the page.
http://www.pittstate.edu/engl/nichols/arthur7.html
I swear I had never seen the painting before I had the dream It shocked me
when I saw it. The painting isn't exactly like my dream, but very close. It
still makes the hair on my arms stand up. I wish I had more dreams like
that.
That's it.
Greg
DesertMoon
dreams like that, but not generally with Sting in them!
Cheers
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Dr.Fanta
the body of the opposite sex? :-)
DrF
DesertMoon
expect?!
Cheers!
"Dr.Fanta" <dr.f...@gmx.net> wrote in message
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Robin
to ask, maybe that's more than we needed to know about you. Besides, I
don't think this newsgroup is the right place to be asking such things.
;-)
Robin
"DesertMoon" <desert...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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DesertMoon
"Robin" <osb...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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DesertMoon
might have dreams then! ;)
Cheers
"WinterSun" <gm...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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Dr.Fanta
> Hmmm.... that sounds like a very personal question, Dr. F. And if you
have
> to ask, maybe that's more than we needed to know about you. Besides, I
> don't think this newsgroup is the right place to be asking such things.
>
> ;-)
Oops, sorry; it was my imagination running wild again. :-)
DrF