First, something relevant to this. I have this thing--I dunno, maybe something's askew in my brain--where I will put a song on that I like and leave on repeat, for like, hours, and not get tired of hearing it.There were times when I had the studio space on second floor, all quiet and no one bothering me, that I would play the same one or two songs for days. Something about those sounds, assembled in just that particular way, was spectacular, apparently crack for my brain. So, I've spent many, many hours painting or costuming away to tracks on repeat.
Well, one favorite that I've listened to a lot on repeat is Bryan Adams. I know, you thought I was gonna say JT, but not today, today I'm talking about that sweet Canadian, raspy voice, prince of the " I can do anything" rock/pop crosssover, Bryan Adams. Maybe you're, "What??? You, Rachel??". Yes, me fool. Don't you know me by now? Which is to say there's probably lots you don't know about me at all. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and I love him. His voice has always enthralled the hell out of my brain and when paired with the right melody and beat--fireworks. So, my love for Bryan Adams is a real thing. Moving on!
The dream history (yes, the history within the dream) is Bryan Adams saw me on stage at a rave...
with DJ Nemesis and Anders (Why Nemesis and Anders? Hell, I haven't even seen Nemesis in two years and Anders a hell of a lot longer than that!! Could be the fact that I use Anders as a reference on certain things...probably...Hey, in case you're not me, let's go ahead and refresh your memory on Anders...
Yeah. Anders.
And why was Bryan Adams at this crazy, hardcore, sickening, sweet-ass rave?! I don't know!! So many questions...
After I got off stage, Bryan met me out in the bar and asked me to do a performance for his wife's birthday party because she liked bellydancers and he thought it'd be fun.(How random is this!?!) Of course it'd be fun. because bellydancers have more fun, Bryan. Also, any chance of me making out with Bryan Adams in this dream was destroyed when he introduced himself to me and started talking about his wife. So sad...
So, I was driven to their home for the party, and this private gig somehow turned into me being contracted to go on tour with Bryan Adams. WTF, YES. I've thought about this and now I've dreamt it. I know, crazy, and awesome.
At no point during this dream did I actually uncover any clue as to why Bryan Adams was at the rave.
Ride the kick up to the next dream level!
So, the present day state of the dream is that I sometimes go on tour with Bryan. I'll be on stage with him for some of his songs, dancing and doing some aerial stuff....
What does dance and aerial work have to do with Bryan Adams' rock show? Nothing! But this is what I dream, so leave me alone!
So, as a part of the show, I developed a bit of a following among Bryan fans and I was informed via our Twitters that when I wasn't there and the songs I dance on came up, people would shout for me from the audience.Some would also bring gifts or leave items for me, which was so kind!!, but also relevant, which I'll get to in a minute...
So....Bryan and I are together on the stage, in this big space, rehearsing. Concert seating to the left, center, and to the right of the stage.BTW, this is what Bryan looks like in my dream, yeah, Rave Attending Bryan:
...and I'm telling you right now, those extremely high, over-affectionate Furries next to us in the bar? Bryan Adams did not even blink.
Two things: One, that last one is the exact expression Bryan had for most of the time we were in the bar, like he was there but was already over it and wanting to speak with me about some deeper stuff than rave antics. Two, I have no memory of this official video. I just looked it up. So, the fact that Bryan looked exactly like this in my dream is terrifying. I have some kind of brain at work up there, going above and beyond, wow. Because"Lets Make A Night..." is pretty much my top B.A. song and one I practice to a lot.
(Songs I performed to in the dream's history, that I can actually remember knowing: Let's Make A Night To Remember, Star, Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman, Do I Have To Say The Words, unplugged Back To You and I'm Ready, with orchestra.)
So back to us...I'm standing on stage, waiting for Bryan to finish talking about some thing with the band, and looking out at the half-seen figures moving around in the seating area. I remember staying away from the edge because I thought it was a long way down and I couldn't really see the edge because of the lights, or lack of. The stage and light design for this piece was mine, so there was very little light that wasn't the spotlight directly on Bryan, and some of that would move in and out on me during the piece. There were a handful of people out in the seats, on their phones taking care of concert biz, making sure the sound and lights are doing what they're supposed to be doing I guess, etc... all that. But it's dark out there, so I can't really see them. The place was empty other than that, Bryan and I, and band members further back on the stage.
Bryan's sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage at a mic with just his guitar, and others are further back on the stage, except for the piano/keyboard guy. Hey, listen. Bryan and I are wearing complimentary costumes. I DON'T KNOW WHY. I didn't think about this until AFTER I woke up, much later! I was standing in the kitchen, and just busted out laughing "We were matching!!!" Somebody help me, what the fck is going on in my brain...
We're both wearing black and cream. I'm already in hair/headress and makeup, wearing a Tribal style MoL collab two-piece costume( that I've always dreamt of, ha!!! I might seriously sketch this out, I really loved what I had on) loaded with accoutrements. The skirt mostly a-line, but is varying layers of black, with slits, with cream accents and the bra is cream base with black overlay and crazy gorgeous detail, and my headdress is similar to a mashup of both of these
but minus any blue or oversized medallions, and my feather went less up and out, more down and out, and no face veil, because my face was painted. Ugh, I really want to sketch this out now!
But who cares about me because Bryan is wearing these black dress pants, a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up and a cream and black tie. Nice! He looks like a serious fcking professional of some kind, I dunno what! it's all very exciting.... And this boy is wearing black nail polish and I do believe eyeliner.I noted this IN THE DREAM, people. Look, I have no control over this!
So the music begans, it's a slow one, with nice juicy slow to mid beats... (**THIS SONG ... at the time my brain refused to know, or more accurately maybe, acknowledge what it was. I just knew it was stunning, and felt so good to dance to... the drops and so much crazy, exquisite guitar from Bryan, just beautiful, but..I will have to apologize to Bryan Adams in a minute for reasons, and then the reader will know why at the end, but anyway let's continue...if you want to know now, just skip all the rest of this nonsense and scroll to the bottom)
I dance. Bryan plays and plays, and when he comes in on parts with his voice--electric. Perfect. It's a long number. I wish I could remember the actual choreo, but I can't, barely a step. I did do lots of spinning, which, considering my neck issue tells me I was definitely dreaming. I remember being onstage, then hearing applause and cheers and uh, what happened to just a rehearsal???
Ride the kick...
Full house. It's actual showtime. So, somewhere in there, it went from just me and Bryan and band in the dark rehearsing, to being the real thing. That's dreams for you. First clue should have been I was already in full blown costume, including hair and makeup! And then Scarlett Johansson tweets a pic of me and her in a selfie from the back corner of the stage.
?!?!?
YES, that's what I said. What.The.Actual F-CK. This is definitely not a dream I had control over, because #1- I don't take pics. Not if I can help it. #2 Scarlett Johansson is here. The most unexpected person ever.
So, I learned via my Twitter, that Scarlett had tweeted pics of me performing on a hoop
above Bryan's head once before in this dreams history (yes, the history of this dream. I have never been on a hoop (yet), this insane, awesome dream, I cannot deal...) and she mentioned on Twitter that she was looking for dancers for her research, and now she was at this concert which I don't even think would happen for real, or would it??? What research??? WHAT IS HAPPENING???...
So, as Bryan's still out there doing his thing killing the crowd and getting ready for his exit, I'm done for the night and I'm already backstage trying to walk to my room to change out of my costume and Scarlett Johansson --this is how she looks in the dream--
has hooked her arm through mine and is walking side by side with me and talking with me about us hanging out and her asking me some questions. I really don't know what to do with this because first, I don't typically just let strangers grab me and besides, she never struck me as very touchy-feely for some reason, and two she was making me wary because she wouldn't let me unhook my arm, like, at all. So I wondered if maybe she'd been in the green room or something and was already a little tipsy (sometimes drunk people make me feel cagey. And this is what girls do to me when they get drunk, they touch me a lot and some hold me and will not let go) But! I absolutely love Scarlett Johansson ---fcking Black Widow!!!-- and so I try to relax, because you'd better believe if I'm going to have a new BGF, (Best Girlfriend Forever), it's gonna be Scarlett Johansson.
I'm now fangirling a little because IF she's serious about us hanging out, I suddenly have a shock to my entire system and I actually grab Scar Jo even harder than she's grabbing me. Because I realize something so important. I realize, that I am about to go to town grilling this chick on every single molecule of anything resembling information about Robert Downey Jr.
Yes. Yes I am. Every particle of anything. People, you know my love RDJ is deep...
Deeper than you can possibly understand...
So I was seriously starting to get giddy and freak out, because in my frenzied, one track mind I was thinking IF I STICK WITH SCAR-JO THIS WILL AT SOME POINT LEAD DIRECTLY TO ROBERT IN SOME WAY, PRAISE JESUS, WHAT?! AMEN. SCARLETT, TAKE ME TO CHURCH!... Now, this mission is what matters. I could actually feel this excitement in my body. I'm thinking all this, only minutes after leaving the stage. Bryan behind me killing it, I've got Scarlett Johansson on my arm and RDJ on my mind and I am freaking. out. What is my life...
..and that's when Bryan's piano player interrupted us. ScarJo left her phone behind us somewhere, he had it, it was ringing. She relinquished my arm, and that's when I realized how cold it was backstage and I needed to put some real clothes on, but she told me to hang on and not leave her because she actually was really hungry and wanted to get something to eat with me, and I got SUPER psyched because Operation RDJ was about to commence and I really did not care about anything else. So she had to take the call first and she started to talk to someone on the other end who I imagined just might be Joss Whedon or Chris Evans, but , before I could get too far off into that nerd fantasy, Bryan's piano player hands me something, too, saying "Guy left this for you at the stage"... and he hands me a white business card and starts walking off.
I think it's blank, because no name or writing of any kind on it, but I flip it over. There's a little sketch on the other side, of a tiny octopus. Mysterious. But I stare at this octopus because I sorta recognize it. I have tiny little cards back home with this octopus printed on it. I also have the original drawing of this octopus, in a frame that I made for it sitting on my mantel and I know exactly who freshly doodled this card! I had a sudden urgent desire to see this mystery doodler!
I went after the piano player, grabbed him by his shirt with both hands, pulled him down to me cause he was super tall (I remember him looking at me and laughing, like 'wtf') and quietly demanded, "Where did this guy go??"
He points, "They let him back."
I turn around, there he is. Well, well...
Never thought I'd be in a this position to say this, but I had a sudden need to think about whether or not I would actually be capable of even thinking about trying to ditch Scarlett Johansson.
Because ScarJo is right there, too, very animated in her phone convo, telling somebody that they always forget about her, and she's having dinner without them because she's starved and hangs up. (I remember feeling ashamed then about thinking about leaving Scarlett by herself to eat, when she's been so nice to me and had now clearly been left behind by someone else already and who is THIS motherf-cker out there forgetting about Scarlett Johansson??? Someone with brain damage...)
The mystery sketch guy is looking from her to me, like Is that Scarlett Johansson??? and I'm nodding excitedly like Yeah!!!. I know, right??!
Scarlett hooks her arm back into mine and asks if I'm ready. I make introductions (something I never remember to do IRL) and I say my changing room is right here, actually I need to change out of my costume first, because not real clothes, not even close.
The guy tells me I should keep on what I have on, and ScarJo laughs and totally agrees. (See, we're are already like BGFs!!). I scoot my arm free from SJ and get into my room, and I having not said anything to him yet, I really want to ask my mystery guy if he was a stealth Bryan Adams fan or was just passing through or what, how did he even end up here, but instead and just told him I needed some help in my room and pulled him in with me. I knew my new friend ScarJo was starving so I informed her about the bounty in the green room, and promised I wouldn't take too long to change. I then asked to borrow her phone because mine wasn't with me at all and I needed to make a quick call. She said "Sure.", fake kissed me on both cheeks and SHE HANDED ME HER PHONE. You guys. Dream. Because what celebrity does that? I mean, I wouldn't even hand my phone to family members, and no one even cares what's on mine.
SJ seemed totally happy with this arrangement and sauntered off to get herself some snacks, and I closed and locked the door. Now I'd achieved two things: I had SJ's phone, so was positive she wasn't leaving without me, so the commencement of Operation RDJ was still in play... and I had the guy locked in a room with me. Who I may or may not have hardcore made out with.
Did.
The End.
I shot awake at exactly 6:41a.m., probably because this dream was doing me in the brain and maybe adrenaline was getting out of hand, ha! That was just the major plot points, lots of little details in between that got fuzzy, I was on total overload with this one. This retelling was edited for length, and some adult content.
I'm gonna be honest and say that the other reason I wanted SJ's phone was in case it rang again, and I could see who it was, because what IF Chris Evans, and then maybe I would accidentally scroll for RDJs number. *sigh* I know. That's not right. So, in the dream, as soon as I thought to snoop through SJ's phone, I wrestled with it and the image of RDJ in my mind for about 10 seconds, then put her phone in my bag and left it alone. I try not to do things I shouldn't, and since I was already about to do one wrong thing (hello, mystery guy!), I didn't want to add on.
Now I will apologize to Bryan Adams. Not for the black nail polish or eyeliner, cause that's hot. Besides I don't even think it was me who put that on him. No, it's the last song we performed together, the one that I couldn't quite acknowledge in the dream, was a Bryan cover and remix of this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLPCNZ8zdd0
Dear Bryan Adams, I'm sorry for bringing Chris Brown into your life. I don't know how much exposure you've had all on your own to Breezy, but I certainly didn't expect him having anything to do with you in my dream!
I KNEW that beat was familiar, the taps that come in at :07. When the drummer started doing that, I automatically knew what do do with my hips, I've done it so much LOL. Bryan played the notes at the beginning, but it was a bit more extended, then the drummer came in and I was like, I know this song...
I've heard this song a lot, and despite the creator, I have to say I've danced to it. Don't judge me, people. I'm working through things!
Now listen, I'd like for Bryan fans to listen to this track in it's entirety, and imagine his voice singing it. I promise you, when he, at the top of his lungs, sang "Let it be beautiful" at the 3:29 mark in this song, he electrified everything, sucked the air out and gave a whole room goosebumps. Roaring standing ovation at the end. The performance was incredible. Bryan Adams took the ratchet and shadiness out of the origin circumstances of this track, and made it something amazingly beautiful.
Now, I think I'm gonna go sketch this costume out for real.
Also, when I get my L.A. act together, 100%, I'm going to start a Kickstarter. This Kickstarter will be to fund my goal to pay Bryan Adams to do a private gig with me. :D
Whew...I have so much nonsense to give...
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