These Dreams

I had a very nice dream about Lara Fabian last night. J and I were stuck in Canada overnight because of the September 11th attacks. That part is real. In my dream, however, while we were there, we won tickets to a Lara Fabian concert. She was performing at the local movie theatre in Edmonton, Alberta, and we were special guests. We showed up at the back entrance, went through security, and were escorted to the wings of the stage in the theatre. I looked out at the audience; it was full of people. A group of young women and men piled up right behind me. They were speaking French, and I knew that they were personal friends of Lara's, and they, too, had been given special invitations. Lara arrived, running down the centre isle of the theatre. She jumped on the stage and started revving up the crowd like a cheerleader. She looked over to the wings where I was standing, and she jumped down from the stage and ran toward me. One of her girlfriends intercepted her and gave her a big kiss and hug. I could see Lara better from this distance now, and she was wearing a mint green fuzzy turtleneck sweater, black leather pants, and really nice black boots. Her hair was down and full and curly. She was beautiful. After she greeted her friends, she came up to me and J. She shook his hand, and took my face in her hands and asked me what I wanted to hear her sing. I said, very insecurely as my French isn't as good as it should be, "Urgent désir, s'il vous plaît" She responded, "No French tonight. It's a night of joy." I didn't understand her meaning, but instead I responded, "Mais je vous adore. Je rêve de vous écouter chanter en français. J'aime toutes vos chansons en français." And then that f*cking alarm clock went off and ruined it all. *Sigh*

I was silly enough to write this at 11:32 AM