The Dream Blog

Dream Blog: Nice To Meet You

So I said I wasn’t going to post more dream blogs. But I’ve been stressed out. And what do I do when I’m stressed out? Dream? No. Write.

Okay, so here’s another Everly Brothers one for you. I’m trying to make sense of it because it’s so… well, read it and you’ll see.

I dreamed that there was some kind of class that I was taking, where every student was going to get a gift. I think it had to do with history or something. I knew everyone would get something that correlated with an interest they had.

The weirdest part is that the setting was a Flea Market, but a nice one, and it was night time. (Now that I think about it, I’ve been following The Providence Flea Market on IG and they have Friday Night Flea Markets during the summer. I’m sure that has to do with it.)

As I was looking at the items set out, I saw a vinyl record of “A Date With The Everly Brothers” and I thought, that must be what the teacher is giving me. I figured since they knew I was into 50’s music, I’d get something that had to do with that, and I didn’t see any Buddy Holly items.


I walked a little ways over to a curb, near the curb was some grass, even though it was night time, it was easy to see everything because there were so many streetlights.


There was a random guy, who was in charge of the event, and the event (Flea Mkt) was somehow helping charity. The person in charge was talking to someone while I was standing on the curb near the grass. That’s when I realized the other person with him was Phil Everly.

Phil was older than in most of my dreams, I’d say mid 30’s, but he still had the same 50’s hair style and was wearing a suit. I looked at him and we were about the same height, with me standing up on the curb, which was a good 6 inches off the ground at least.

I thought, I can just be shy or introduce myself, so I said something like: “Wow, you’re Phil,” and I put my hand out and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Deidre,” I said, smiling confidently. Phil was saying something, but I couldn’t understand him and he accidentally spit on me while talking and I thought to myself: “Wow, cool, he can spit on me, I don’t mind…”

Then Don came up to us at that moment, (also in his mid 30’s I’d say), also dressed as if it were still the 50’s. So I acknowledged him right away and I said: “Are you the other one, Don?” and he kind of smiled and said “yes” I think, and I smiled and said “Hi, Don, nice to meet you.” and confidently shook his hand.

The WTF element of this dream is I’ve had so many dreams where I’m like afraid of them because I’m so nervous and I can’t talk to them and I’m wishing I’d get up the courage. But in this dream, I just went right up, introduced myself and shook their hands. Like they were clients or something. I don’t know.

Maybe I dreamed this because I realize that just as Don and Phil could not be teen idols forever, I can’t be a fan girl forever either. How long will I dream I’m chasing them? I wasn’t even born yet when they were popular. I mean, they were way, way, way before my time. I can’t keep having those silly dreams forever. So maybe this put an end to that.

I don’t know if I got the record or not, because the dream switched to something else about a bunch of guinea pigs. I follow about 10 guinea pig accounts on Instagram.

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Disclaimer: The above story was just a dream. I have no affiliation what-so-ever with any of the aforementioned individuals, real or imagined, living or dead.