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Dream Blog: The Warning

In this dream, I had gone back in time and I was hanging out with Eddie Cochran. We weren’t dating, I think we were just friends. I was like some unusual girl who just appeared out of nowhere (I was younger than I am now, maybe early 20’s) and Eddie seemed somewhat intrigued by me. It’s like he knew I was different, but he didn’t know that I was from the Future.

We were somewhere nondescript, like in a lot of my dreams. Maybe it was a hallway in a hotel or something, I don’t know. We were just sitting on a blanket, chatting. He looked like he did in the photos, with his 50’s hair, and casual “rebel” clothing: rolled-up jeans, a t shirt… He might have been wearing a red and black plaid shirt.

I kept trying to tell him about what was going to happen to him. I wasn’t sure how he could prevent it, because honestly, he seemed marked for death no matter what. But maybe if I told him the exact time and place of when he was going to have the accident, he could somehow avoid it. So at some point in the conversation, I said something like: “Eddie, there’s something I gotta tell you. It’s about something bad that’s going to happen to you…”

And he smiled and said something like: “What are you talking about? How would you know what’s going to happen to me?” 

So I continued, “I know when you’re going to die.” And he was still kind of smiling, like I had to be joking, but when I kept insisting, he stopped smiling and began to get disturbed. 

I told him, “It will be when you’re on tour, in England.” and he said, “England? So it won’t happen here?” and I said “No. It will be in Bath, England. On the night Sharon comes back- the day of when she comes back – that evening, you will be in a cab after the concert and it will crash. It will be April 16, 1960. And you will die the next day.”

At this point he was annoyed and said, “Why would you say something like that?” He was starting to get upset, so I backed off a little.  “I just wanted to warn you,” I said, sheepishly. 

The conversation continued on, something like:

 “I just want to help,” I said.

“By telling me that I’m gonna die?” he asked.

He lay down on the blanket and I was touching his hair, trying to comfort him. After about a minute, he sat up again. I pondered how I could prove to him that I knew what was going to happen in the future. But I didn’t want to tell him that I actually from the future, because he already thought I was crazy. Suddenly, I got an idea.

“What year is it?” I asked him.

“1958,” he replied, not looking at me.

“That’s right,” I said. “It’s the end of 1958. So next year is 1959. In February—”

I didn’t finish what I was going to say. I was planning on saying “In February, Buddy Holly will die in a plane crash.” See, I figured, that once Eddie saw that happen, he’d believe that I knew the events of the future, and would then heed my warning about his own death.

But I decided not to tell him about Buddy, because not only would that disturb him further, it would also beg the question WHY wasn’t I warning Buddy himself, who was much closer to death at the end of 1958 than even Eddie was?

That is a good question. I can only surmise that at the point in time that I had gone back to in History, Buddy was completely consumed by his new marriage to Maria Elena. That made him untouchable and unavailable to contact. And Eddie, while in a relationship with Sharon Sheeley, was not under lock and key.  At any rate, the only one I was able to get close to was Eddie, so it was him that I had to warn.

Finally, Eddie decided to change the subject entirely. He told me to order a pizza.

“You know how I like ‘em,” he said. “Lots of olives and stems” (stems meant broccoli. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did.)

I agreed and set off to find a phone. There was a common area with a few other people sitting on couches. All I could find was push button phone on a table that looked like it was from the 1980’s. In 1958, that phone wouldn’t work. So, I somehow made my way to a rotary phone and dialed the number to a pizza place. (Please note, that ordering out for a pizza was not yet popular in the 1950’s. I’m not even sure if they were able to do it. I think if you wanted pizza, you had to go and eat at an Italian restaurant. But for the sake of this dream, ordering a pizza for pick up was possible.)

The man on the other end of the phone answered, and I could picture him in a white restaurant uniform with a chef’s hat. 

“Good evening,” I said. “I would like to order a pizza for take out.”

“Certainly, Miss,” he said. “What can I get you?”

While I was ordering, I remember trying to be extremely polite and speak like they did in those days. So I continued,

“May I please have a large pizza, with lots of olives and broccoli.”

“Certainly, Miss,” the man at the pizza place said. “Gotta have your daily serving of vegetables.” 

“Yes, of course,” I said, followed by a bit of phony laughter. 

“And would you like both types of cheeses on it? Mozzarella and cheddar?” 

“Yes, please,” I said.

“Very well then,” he said. “That will be $2.50, please.”

“For the whole pizza?” I asked, in shock. (I wasn’t used to the cheap 1950’s prices.)

“Yes, Miss, the whole pizza.”

“Ok— I mean, alrighty, thank you.” I said. “Oh, I would also like to order a Coke and… an Orange Crush, please.”

“Orange juice?” he said. “We only have that for breakfast.”

“Oh, uh,” I said, “Well, how about a Sprite?” And of course he didn’t know what Sprite was. (This whole next part was kind of a repeat of what Marty went through at the malt shop with the Tab in Back to The Future

“Um, Dr. Pepper?”  I asked, and of course, they didn’t have that yet, either.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but we only have Coca-Cola, 7up and Root Beer,” the man said.

“All right, another Coca-Cola is fine,” I said. 

Then I went off to pick it up. I guess I walked on foot to the pizza place. That was really it. 

What does it mean? There are a few personal things about Eddie Cochran that I haven’t written about, and I probably never will. They’re not bad things at all- they’re just things I don’t want to share. I also think it was his turn to show up in one of my dreams. And as with Buddy Holly, if I could go back in time, it would be my moral responsibility to warn Eddie Cochran of his fate, in hopes of perhaps changing it.

Why did the pizza have broccoli on it? I don’t know. I used to try to eat healthy back in CA, and I would get those frozen pizzas with broccoli on them. Ew. It also reminds me of Inside Out when Anger was mad that San Francisco put broccoli on pizza. But I don’t think we were in San Francisco in the dream… My guess is it was Los Angeles. 

Also, Paul Anka was the Broccoli on Masked Singer, but Paul Anka wasn’t in the dream. I don’t know, then. It’s probably just random. 

From a shoot I did a few years ago, I felt was appropriate for this dream post.

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