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Saturday, 12 November 2005 23:53Slightly bizarre dream last night, or rather the early hours of this morning, just as I was waking up.
I was at a U2 gig with my husband and a friend (who in the dream was called Adele, but wasn't the Adele that I know) and her husband. The gig wasn't in a stadium or arena, but in some kind of big hall with a wooden stage (a bit like the one in my old school hall) with wooden steps and varnish wearing thin in places.
U2 were playing, and then Edge's wife (who was kind of Morleigh, but not Morleigh and had a French accent) came up to 'Adele' and me and whispered to us that she wanted us to come up on stage. So we took her hand and climbed up the steps. I remember looking at the worn-thin patches in the varnish. So we were standing behind the band, and not-Morleigh told us that she (or they) wanted us both to sing 'Rule Britannia' (?? No idea where that came from, them being Irish and all.) Only I didn't want to, being a Scot, as I thought that all the Scots in my family and all my Scottish friends would disapprove. (Not that we're particularly nationalistic IRL).
So, I suggested that we could bellydance instead. Apparently this Adele person was a dancer too. I asked if they could do Mysterious Ways or Salome, but I was worried, because I knew that they would have the set list all planned out, and maybe we were mucking everything up by asking for a change to the running order. But they agreed - so we danced. Only I wasn't quite as flexible as usual, because I was fairly heavily pregnant! (about 6 or 7 months). And the other dancer was even more pregnant than I was. So I hiked up my blouse and tied the ends in a knot over my ribs, and danced while U2 played.
I was doing some pretty impressive snake arms *g*
And then after the song, Edge and Bono patted my belly and then put their ears against my abdomen and listened to the baby's heartbeat and felt it kicking.
Uh??
There's probably something deeply Freudian about all that but I can't figure out what it means!
I was at a U2 gig with my husband and a friend (who in the dream was called Adele, but wasn't the Adele that I know) and her husband. The gig wasn't in a stadium or arena, but in some kind of big hall with a wooden stage (a bit like the one in my old school hall) with wooden steps and varnish wearing thin in places.
U2 were playing, and then Edge's wife (who was kind of Morleigh, but not Morleigh and had a French accent) came up to 'Adele' and me and whispered to us that she wanted us to come up on stage. So we took her hand and climbed up the steps. I remember looking at the worn-thin patches in the varnish. So we were standing behind the band, and not-Morleigh told us that she (or they) wanted us both to sing 'Rule Britannia' (?? No idea where that came from, them being Irish and all.) Only I didn't want to, being a Scot, as I thought that all the Scots in my family and all my Scottish friends would disapprove. (Not that we're particularly nationalistic IRL).
So, I suggested that we could bellydance instead. Apparently this Adele person was a dancer too. I asked if they could do Mysterious Ways or Salome, but I was worried, because I knew that they would have the set list all planned out, and maybe we were mucking everything up by asking for a change to the running order. But they agreed - so we danced. Only I wasn't quite as flexible as usual, because I was fairly heavily pregnant! (about 6 or 7 months). And the other dancer was even more pregnant than I was. So I hiked up my blouse and tied the ends in a knot over my ribs, and danced while U2 played.
I was doing some pretty impressive snake arms *g*
And then after the song, Edge and Bono patted my belly and then put their ears against my abdomen and listened to the baby's heartbeat and felt it kicking.
Uh??
There's probably something deeply Freudian about all that but I can't figure out what it means!
