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kybearfuzz) wrote2008-06-25 06:29 am
kybearfuzz) wrote2008-06-25 06:29 am
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Another Dream -- For the Love of Elvis
In this dream I was working security on a cruise ship, a cruise ship that apparently had the ability to become a submarine according to the captain. We had a special guest on board -- Elvis Presley. This was the older Elvis, the one wearing the white outfit and had the sideburns. One of the members of his entourage was a mousy looking young lady who followed him around to keep him out of trouble.
I recall Elvis walking down a hall with several chickies on his arm. They were walking quickly and turned to go down the steps. Right on his heels, but still a few steps behind him was this mousy assistant. Knowing that she might not catch up in time to see where he goes, I followed him down the steps to the next deck to see which way he went. When the assistant caught up, I pointed to a room on the deck which was an exterior room, the deck facing the ocean.
The young lady was dressed in something you'd have seen in "Titanic," a burgundy dress with a large bustle, jacket and hat, and she was carrying a muff. She had large glasses, brunette hair in a bun, and a wide innocent smile. She took a seat on a lounge chair next to the railing and positioned herself so she had an unobstructed view of the room Elvis entered.
She looked at me, knowing she had a long night ahead sitting there in the cold evening air, and said, "I know it seems silly.... but you have to understand, I love him."
... and then I woke up.
I recall Elvis walking down a hall with several chickies on his arm. They were walking quickly and turned to go down the steps. Right on his heels, but still a few steps behind him was this mousy assistant. Knowing that she might not catch up in time to see where he goes, I followed him down the steps to the next deck to see which way he went. When the assistant caught up, I pointed to a room on the deck which was an exterior room, the deck facing the ocean.
The young lady was dressed in something you'd have seen in "Titanic," a burgundy dress with a large bustle, jacket and hat, and she was carrying a muff. She had large glasses, brunette hair in a bun, and a wide innocent smile. She took a seat on a lounge chair next to the railing and positioned herself so she had an unobstructed view of the room Elvis entered.
She looked at me, knowing she had a long night ahead sitting there in the cold evening air, and said, "I know it seems silly.... but you have to understand, I love him."
... and then I woke up.