dream of Donny Osmond

THEN... I fell back to sleep, and dreamed another weird one:

I was riding with Brother Dave through the southside of Shadowville...
we had two women with us, redneck beauties [sort of Springer types but
nothing really far out, just basic Columbus girls] I told him to stop
the car, and I walked over to this sort of huge old building and found
it was a club owned by Donny Osmond! Turns out he'd recently moved to
Shadowville and was keen on exploiting the local talents!

Spent a long time talking and getting involved with his plans. He'd
heard of me, and had stacks of the local paper I write the column for
on his bar...

I kept saying I hadda go, but he kept talking music biz stuff, and
including me in on the plans. I told him me & Henry had written a song
that would be great for his comeback... not sure which but I guess the
"Dark Queen Song"!!! ***chuckle***;

Black Eagle Lady. (E,G & F)

Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she get there soon.
Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she get there soon.
She sees the flashing dollar signs,
under a pale green moon.

Blame it on silk sheets and a silver blanket,
or a valentine I did not buy.
Blame it on silk sheets or a silver blanket,
or a valentine I did not buy.
I don't know her touch,
and I still don't know why.

Her hair, black as a crow,
be careful, though, stones she throws.
Her hair, black as a crow,
be careful, though, stones she throws.
Teeth like a timberworlf, that's me,
spirit of the eagle, she's free.

Ev'ry little word you speak,
my good sweet friend.
Ev'ry little word you speak,
my good sweet friend.
It comes straight through
from your mind to my mind,
clear across that dirty river.

Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she get there soon.
Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she get there soon.
She sees flashing dollar signs,
underneath a pale green moon.

-Will Dockery (for the Dark Queen) (c)2002

I told him my favorite part of his career was when he was with Marie
and they did the duets "Lil Bit Cuntry" and such, and that "One Bad
Apple" was as good as anything Michael Jackson ever did... he liked
that and didn't expect it coming from me.

I knew Brother Dave and the trailer chicks would be furious... or have
left me, so I finally said goodbye. Donnie walked me out, and there
were two Sherrif's Deputies on the balcony sneering and giggling. I
started down the steps and could hear them telling Osmond about the
guy in the white truck they were [this went into mumbles]

I turned and shouted: "You Basyards! You better not have hurt my
brother!"

And started yelling for him... I saw movement down in the truck, and
he got out and waved at me. The trailer chicks were long gone and
Brother Dave was relieved I was alive... he'd flagged the Sherrif's
Deputies down for help, and was pissed that all they did was
disrespect him and stuff.

Then he ran around in a deep muddy ditch like the one that used to be
in front of the house here before they widened the street, that we
used to run in when it flooded in the 1960s... red clay and brown mud,
a mud dance.
Will

> In a message dated 2/10/03 5:16:36 AM Eastern
> Standard Time, opbop1.RemoveThis@yahoo.com
> writes:
>
> >
> > interesting/disturbing dream
> >
> > took a nap for a short while... got an
> uncontrolable
> > need to sleep for a moment... and dreamt:
> >
> > I was at Lowe's [lumber supply place] with my
> cousin
> > buying materials for some job we had...
> >
> > this went on almost endlessly... picking wood and
> one
> > conversation with a guy I don't remember...
> >
> > more tagging along with Freddy since he's the
> smarts &
> > I the helper
> >
> > then through the check out line... long line...
> >
> > then out... or almost out... Freddy was ahead of
> me,
> > leading the attendant to the truck [a van I think,
> > actually--- this comes into play soon]
> >
> > As I was coming out... to leave... I spotted a
> > familiar figure in ablack nylon aviator's
> jacket...
> > eye contact... and it was Fawn...
> >
> > this was early morning, before dawn
> >
> > I smiled... she looked shocked... and sort of
> > whispered "talk to you later..." and zipped on
> into
> > the store in her zippy way... blonde curls
> breezing
> > back... I said "What???" not having seen her in
> way
> > too many days...
> >
> > "Jack will hear... you know that." she whispered.
> >
> > Then she stopped looked up eye to eye with me and
> > said: "You know how I feel." her stare into my
> eyes
> > was close and hard to explain.
> >
> > "Later." she said and was gone into the crowded
> store.
> >
> > I went into the huge parking lot to find Freddy...
> one
> > end to the other... no Freddy. [it didn't help
> that I
> > couldn't remember what he drove, or even if it was
> a
> > van or truck]
> >
> > At the other end of this huge "supercenter" was a
> > "grocery" area to try to spot Freddy and of course
> > leave Fawn be, so this was difficult, because I
> WANTED
> > Freddy to find me, but not make Fawn think I was
> > annoying her, since she "promised" that we'd talk
> > later, and she always eventually keeps her
> promise.
> >
> > No Freddy.
> >
> > Back to the parking lot... dawn is peeking over
> the
> > hill.
> >
> > back inside... a long hallway seperating the two
> parts
> > of Lowe's had been waxed... I looked around and
> saw no
> > one looking so I slipped over the "Wet Floor"
> > sign/rope and SLID down the long hallway... this
> was a
> > lot like a ballet... ***an arty action scene***
> >
> > back through and then outside... it had become
> early
> > morning now... not as many cars... no Freddy but I
> > could see her little brown mini van way over by
> what
> > probably is the "warehouse loading area" quite a
> few
> > people were around and I HAD to go that way since
> > every other area had no trace of Freddy.
> >
> > Walked by and was luckily un noticed...
> >
> > Noticed her mini van was packed to the brim with
> what
> > seemed camping gear [sleeping bags, etc] and
> noticed
> > the several people she was with [she was sort of
> > arranging and loading Lowe's stuff so didn't see
> me,
> > the others didn't know me or I them]
> >
> > They all seemed to have a sort of "1970's" look,
> much
> > like I do in some ways. Caught a good look at one
> of
> > the guys, a sort of chubby curley haired guy I
> seem to
> > know from somewhere.
> >
> > He was pontificating something intellectual or
> > political or both... way to boring for me to
> remember
> > now... I noticed a couple of the women... 1970's
> types
> > as well... one was sort of swearing in a "hip"
> kind of
> > way... Jack was not there.
> >
> > I walked back to the area I started from and
> glanced
> > back to see her car in the distance... then I
> > thought... no, I've got to speak with her...
> >
> > started walking back... and they drove away... I
> stood
> > at the spot where they were feeling lonesome and
> > curious... outside I noticed lots of sofas
> outside,
> > and for some reason I was walking back on them...
> >
> > I thought, "this ain't right", and tried to climb
> out
> > of them onto the sidewalk... couldn't do it,
> couldn't
> > get over the sofas... and was very frustrated
> about
> > this.
> >
> > Then I awoke, here, in the easy chair.
> >
> > Not sure what to make of it, as you probably have
> > guessed by now.
> > Will

Will, this is lovely. Thanks so much,

Linda


Will Dockery <shadowville.RemoveThis@yahoo.com> wrote in message
news:bd2f3245.0307310212.274e652e@posting.google.com...
> THEN... I fell back to sleep, and dreamed another weird one:
>
> I was riding with Brother Dave through the southside of Shadowville...
> we had two women with us, redneck beauties [sort of Springer types but
> nothing really far out, just basic Columbus girls] I told him to stop
> the car, and I walked over to this sort of huge old building and found
> it was a club owned by Donny Osmond! Turns out he'd recently moved to
> Shadowville and was keen on exploiting the local talents!
>
> Spent a long time talking and getting involved with his plans. He'd
> heard of me, and had stacks of the local paper I write the column for
> on his bar...
>
> I kept saying I hadda go, but he kept talking music biz stuff, and
> including me in on the plans. I told him me & Henry had written a song
> that would be great for his comeback... not sure which but I guess the
> "Dark Queen Song"!!! ***chuckle***;
>
> Black Eagle Lady. (E,G & F)
>
> Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
> I hope she get there soon.
> Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
> I hope she get there soon.
> She sees the flashing dollar signs,
> under a pale green moon.
>
> Blame it on silk sheets and a silver blanket,
> or a valentine I did not buy.
> Blame it on silk sheets or a silver blanket,
> or a valentine I did not buy.
> I don't know her touch,
> and I still don't know why.
>
> Her hair, black as a crow,
> be careful, though, stones she throws.
> Her hair, black as a crow,
> be careful, though, stones she throws.
> Teeth like a timberworlf, that's me,
> spirit of the eagle, she's free.
>
> Ev'ry little word you speak,
> my good sweet friend.
> Ev'ry little word you speak,
> my good sweet friend.
> It comes straight through
> from your mind to my mind,
> clear across that dirty river.
>
> Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
> I hope she get there soon.
> Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
> I hope she get there soon.
> She sees flashing dollar signs,
> underneath a pale green moon.
>
> -Will Dockery (for the Dark Queen) (c)2002
>
> I told him my favorite part of his career was when he was with Marie
> and they did the duets "Lil Bit Cuntry" and such, and that "One Bad
> Apple" was as good as anything Michael Jackson ever did... he liked
> that and didn't expect it coming from me.
>
> I knew Brother Dave and the trailer chicks would be furious... or have
> left me, so I finally said goodbye. Donnie walked me out, and there
> were two Sherrif's Deputies on the balcony sneering and giggling. I
> started down the steps and could hear them telling Osmond about the
> guy in the white truck they were [this went into mumbles]
>
> I turned and shouted: "You Basyards! You better not have hurt my
> brother!"
>
> And started yelling for him... I saw movement down in the truck, and
> he got out and waved at me. The trailer chicks were long gone and
> Brother Dave was relieved I was alive... he'd flagged the Sherrif's
> Deputies down for help, and was pissed that all they did was
> disrespect him and stuff.
>
> Then he ran around in a deep muddy ditch like the one that used to be
> in front of the house here before they widened the street, that we
> used to run in when it flooded in the 1960s... red clay and brown mud,
> a mud dance.
> Will
>
> > In a message dated 2/10/03 5:16:36 AM Eastern
> > Standard Time, opbop1.RemoveThis@yahoo.com
> > writes:
> >
> > >
> > > interesting/disturbing dream
> > >
> > > took a nap for a short while... got an
> > uncontrolable
> > > need to sleep for a moment... and dreamt:
> > >
> > > I was at Lowe's [lumber supply place] with my
> > cousin
> > > buying materials for some job we had...
> > >
> > > this went on almost endlessly... picking wood and
> > one
> > > conversation with a guy I don't remember...
> > >
> > > more tagging along with Freddy since he's the
> > smarts &
> > > I the helper
> > >
> > > then through the check out line... long line...
> > >
> > > then out... or almost out... Freddy was ahead of
> > me,
> > > leading the attendant to the truck [a van I think,
> > > actually--- this comes into play soon]
> > >
> > > As I was coming out... to leave... I spotted a
> > > familiar figure in ablack nylon aviator's
> > jacket...
> > > eye contact... and it was Fawn...
> > >
> > > this was early morning, before dawn
> > >
> > > I smiled... she looked shocked... and sort of
> > > whispered "talk to you later..." and zipped on
> > into
> > > the store in her zippy way... blonde curls
> > breezing
> > > back... I said "What???" not having seen her in
> > way
> > > too many days...
> > >
> > > "Jack will hear... you know that." she whispered.
> > >
> > > Then she stopped looked up eye to eye with me and
> > > said: "You know how I feel." her stare into my
> > eyes
> > > was close and hard to explain.
> > >
> > > "Later." she said and was gone into the crowded
> > store.
> > >
> > > I went into the huge parking lot to find Freddy...
> > one
> > > end to the other... no Freddy. [it didn't help
> > that I
> > > couldn't remember what he drove, or even if it was
> > a
> > > van or truck]
> > >
> > > At the other end of this huge "supercenter" was a
> > > "grocery" area to try to spot Freddy and of course
> > > leave Fawn be, so this was difficult, because I
> > WANTED
> > > Freddy to find me, but not make Fawn think I was
> > > annoying her, since she "promised" that we'd talk
> > > later, and she always eventually keeps her
> > promise.
> > >
> > > No Freddy.
> > >
> > > Back to the parking lot... dawn is peeking over
> > the
> > > hill.
> > >
> > > back inside... a long hallway seperating the two
> > parts
> > > of Lowe's had been waxed... I looked around and
> > saw no
> > > one looking so I slipped over the "Wet Floor"
> > > sign/rope and SLID down the long hallway... this
> > was a
> > > lot like a ballet... ***an arty action scene***
> > >
> > > back through and then outside... it had become
> > early
> > > morning now... not as many cars... no Freddy but I
> > > could see her little brown mini van way over by
> > what
> > > probably is the "warehouse loading area" quite a
> > few
> > > people were around and I HAD to go that way since
> > > every other area had no trace of Freddy.
> > >
> > > Walked by and was luckily un noticed...
> > >
> > > Noticed her mini van was packed to the brim with
> > what
> > > seemed camping gear [sleeping bags, etc] and
> > noticed
> > > the several people she was with [she was sort of
> > > arranging and loading Lowe's stuff so didn't see
> > me,
> > > the others didn't know me or I them]
> > >
> > > They all seemed to have a sort of "1970's" look,
> > much
> > > like I do in some ways. Caught a good look at one
> > of
> > > the guys, a sort of chubby curley haired guy I
> > seem to
> > > know from somewhere.
> > >
> > > He was pontificating something intellectual or
> > > political or both... way to boring for me to
> > remember
> > > now... I noticed a couple of the women... 1970's
> > types
> > > as well... one was sort of swearing in a "hip"
> > kind of
> > > way... Jack was not there.
> > >
> > > I walked back to the area I started from and
> > glanced
> > > back to see her car in the distance... then I
> > > thought... no, I've got to speak with her...
> > >
> > > started walking back... and they drove away... I
> > stood
> > > at the spot where they were feeling lonesome and
> > > curious... outside I noticed lots of sofas
> > outside,
> > > and for some reason I was walking back on them...
> > >
> > > I thought, "this ain't right", and tried to climb
> > out
> > > of them onto the sidewalk... couldn't do it,
> > couldn't
> > > get over the sofas... and was very frustrated
> > about
> > > this.
> > >
> > > Then I awoke, here, in the easy chair.
> > >
> > > Not sure what to make of it, as you probably have
> > > guessed by now.
> > > Will