Obviously prompted by a combination of things... talk of dreams; the woman who fell asleep at Coachella; Leonard's upcoming concert in Detroit; and a couple other things ~ I dreamt of him this morning, after initially waking and then drifting back off to sleep, my face sideways on the pillow.
I dreamt that I was in Detroit, Marie sitting on my left, someone ~ I can't remember if I knew them or didn't. I woke up

... after the concert was over. I had curled up in my chair, facing the person to my right... and drifted off, somewhere before the intermission [perhaps]. I know that because when I woke up to silence and spoke to Marie, I prayed it was only the intermission. Then, looking at the stage, I saw people there, packing up the equipment, 3/4 of it already gone. For a brief moment, I thought I saw Leonard nearest the front of the stage, but upon looking closer, realized it wasn't. Then, admonished myself... of course, it wouldn't be Leonard! He has that huge crew for this. Realizing I had missed so much... the intermission [perhaps ~ as dreams go, I may have drifted off
after it, I wasn't sure] and, for sure, a whole bunch of songs and encores, and all those standing ovations... only an empty spot where my standing self should have been ["Who needs a polka dot blouse to be noticed," I thought, "I stood out like a sore thumb with my sleeping!"] ~ I wished that someone had awoken me, but no one did. I kept thinking how this would be the last time I saw Leonard perform, and that I missed so much of it, his encores, his goodbyes, everything, and I felt devastated. I wondered if this was my subconscious means of avoidance of that very fact.
As we walked out, I saw that only three rows of seats were filled, the rest were empty. Then, I counted the total and there were only 10 rows in the small venue to begin with... I kept walking back and forth, back to front, front to back, counting and recounting, to be sure I had it right. Someone else was doing the same. We realized we kept losing count, and had to touch the end seat, to get an accurate count, so did. It was a church where he had performed, and downstairs, I had 'boarded' two of my cats, who I had brought with me. I had to get them, but somehow, we needed to find our hotel first. I was freaking out a bit, as we left the church without them. We went out into the street and suddenly realized that noone [there were three of us] knew where the hotel was... or even its name.
We couldn't really afford a cab, so were mentally retracing our steps trying to figure out which of the many streets we were seeing that we needed to take. We were all searching our purses, looking for anything that might have our hotel's name on it, so we could at least
ask a cabbie for directions! We nailed a couple of blocks worth by recalling the direction from which we had arrived, and were thinking that maybe, just maybe, we could do this. Then, we were walking down some Detroit-neighbourhood streets, many vacant houses, and wondering if we should feel threatened. Hovering heavily was the fact that we had to hurry so I could get back and get my cats.
A dream I could have lived without. Hoping for a better replacement... one that I
can adore.
~ Lizzy
"Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken."
~ Oscar Wilde