Hyperventilating in Front of Bruce Springsteen

It’s insanely noisy in the school hall that I’m in because it’s filled with people and there’s a band playing on the stage. It’s Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street band. Finally, at last! I’m at a Springsteen concert! But it doesn’t quite make sense to me as to why it’s in a school hall or why some of the seats are empty (they’re those plastic orangy-red chairs with black legs). I’m sat at the side on a long cabinet, the type you find in classrooms built in the 1950’s-1960’s, heavily varnished on top with loads of etched in graffiti.

Bruce is doing his thing, walking up and down the stage talking and he jumps down and sits on a table (I have no idea when these appeared but there’s school tables in place of some of the chairs) and starts chatting with someone. Now, he’s not far from me and I’m thinking if I can just give myself that little push, I could go over there, say ‘hi’ or something. Just something, anything because will I ever get this opportunity again? No! I must do something. So, what I manage to do is roll up my sleeves as I start to sweat at the thought of going over. My chest is tight, my heart is going crazy and I’m struggling to breathe but I have to go over! I must fight through my anxiety and take this chance!

Then, he starts to make his way over, sitting on another table and swinging his legs over, standing and walking over to me. Me! He stands in front of me, sticks out his hand for me to shake, says ‘hi there’ and I, being the panic induced idiot that I am, start to hyperventilate. I’m hyperventilating in front of Bruce Springsteen. Of course, what else would I do? Be normal? My breathing has got so out of control I’m on the verge of passing out. The Boss is stood in front of me and I’m going to collapse on him.

I wake up hyperventilating.

Interpretation using http://www.dreammoods.com-

  • Orange – denotes hope, friendliness, generosity and sociability. Also represents a stimulation of the senses.

  • Table – represents social unity and family connections.

  • Concert – represents harmony and cooperation in a situation or relationship in waking life.

  • Breathing rapidly – indicates anxiety, fear or tension concerning a new situation in waking life.

My thoughts –

  • Orange – one of my favourite colours

  • Tables – um, not sure but tables and chairs go together…

  • Concert – not sure about harmony and cooperation but I’m pretty sure I listened to some Springsteen that day, most likely live recordings also, I really, really, want to see him live.

  • Breathing rapidly/hyperventilating – pretty damn sure I’d do this in real life if I ever, somehow met Bruce so, even though the dream was unrealistic, the way I reacted in it wasn’t. Not sure why I was breathing like that when I woke though, not very pleasant.

Keep dreaming!


Sean Bean, Can I Touch Your Hair?

I’m anxious. Really anxious. I have to give a presentation to a hall full of people and I really don’t want to. I’m not good with people, or talking so the idea of talking to a room full of people is terrifying to me. Also, I have no idea what the presentation is about.

I’m shaking, sweating and dizzy. The tightness in my chest is getting worse and as I peak through the curtain and see the hall filling up, a wave of nausea hits me. I find the nearest window, open it and stick my head out because no one will let me leave. They know I won’t come back.

As I do my best to breathe evenly, a group of men walk past talking and enter the building that I’m in. They’re here for my presentation. I peer through the curtain again because one of the men looked familiar. After a moment, the men take a seat and I recognise Sean Bean. I dart back to the window to breathe as panic grips me completely. I have to give a presentation and Sean Bean is in the audience. I don’t think I can cope. I tell the nearest person next to me who’ll listen.

“I can’t do this, I can’t. Bloody Sean Bean is here. I can’t talk to Sean Bean!”

“Don’t be daft,” the person says, “you’re not talking to one person, you’re talking to all of them. Are you sure it’s him?”

Not feeling any better, I drag them to the curtain, open it just enough and point out Sean Bean. They are satisfied that it is indeed Sean Bean.

The next thing I know, time has passed. I’m in some sort of restaurant and Sean Bean is there, sat at a small round table with the men he was with earlier. He’s talking away, nodding and looking all lovely like he does. I walk over and as I approach, he looks up and smiles at me. My heart flutters a little.

“ ‘Ey up lass,” he says, his Yorkshireness beaming out of him, “great speech.”

I’m relieved to know that the presentation is over and done with and it went well, “oh, thanks. Glad you liked it.”

“It were great, weren’t it lads?” he asks the other men, who agree, “very informative.”

“Good. Um, what was it about?”

He grins broadly, laughs and tells me I’m funny. I don’t argue.

“Can I ask you something?” I say, feeling oddly calm even though I’m talking to the one and only Sean Bean.

He sits back in his chair, “ask away, lass.”

“Um, can I touch your hair?”

I wake up.

I have no idea why I dreamed about wanting to touch Sean Bean’s hair. It’s not something I’m aware of wanting to do but I suppose if the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn’t say no.

The presence of anxiety in the dream is, I’m pretty sure, a reflection of how I’ve been feeling in real life as my anxiety has been rather bad recently. Luckily, I don’t need to talk to a room full of people otherwise I might take the dream as an omen and wait for Sean Bean to turn up. Hmm, if only…