MY LIFE WITH MORRISSEY

so last night i had a dream (the second, in as many weeks) where i met up and hung out with morrissey. normally, it isn't anything i'd make a big deal of , and especially not anything i'd feel compelled to publicize, but these dreams have been so unbelievable vivid and .. well, 'real', i guess, that i can't stop thinking about them.. last night, in the dream, i was in what seemed like a museum or gallery of some sort, and i saw him across the room, looking at whatever was hanging on the walls.. he was dressed in darkish clothing and alone, and much, much taller than i'd ever imagined him being.. i remember sort of obsessing over whether or not i should go say something to him, and ultimately, i decided i had to, because "i might never have an opportunity like this again" ... i went up to him and quietly said , "um, excuse me..?" and prepared for the worst... and in true morrissey fashion, he made a big show of turning towards me, redirecting his attention from whatever it was he was looking at, heaved an exasperated, knowing sigh ("ugh, one of the little people. .. i wonder what this one wants? being famous is simply dreadful"), and said, "Yes?" ... i said something like , "um, i'm so sorry to bother you, it's just that i saw you in [one of the towns i'd seen him in ] and you were amazing; i just wanted to tell you ..." .. and apparently, hi made the right call in kissing his ass a little bit, because i remember him relaxing and opening up a bit and maybe even looking a little embarrassed... he thanked me, i think, and i went on, "um... i also saw you in [xxx].... and [xxx].... and [xxx]... i saw you kind of a lot, actually.. every show was incredible.. thank you so much," ... and it gets a little hazy there; it's all just bits and pieces that i remember after that, but i know i ended up hanging out with him; we left the gallery/museum/wherever together, and i remember walking into what was meant to be his record company, and he breezed right past the security/reception desk and through a door, and i followed him.. the person at the desk called after me, "band grade?" and morrissey answered, "B", and we ended up in some room with a bunch of chairs in a circle and some music-y looking people , none of whom i recognized ... it looked like group therapy... i forget what happened next, but i remember we had a really good time and got on very well together .... in the first dream, all i really remember is preparing a plate of romaine letuce leaves for him.. they had to be cut and washed just so... i stood at an island in some kitchen somewhere and we chatted as i basically 'crafted' the lettuce into what he wanted, then i presented it to him and i think i woke up shortly thereafter.


anyway.... yeah. crazy. both times, i woke up feeling as though i really knewn him ... i guess it's just full-blown obsessive fanhood, but it's ..i dunno. kind of neat, i guess.