Category Archives: David Dream
I dreamed that David Archuleta was starring in a kind of new hybrid TV show, part reality show competition, part late night variety.
It looked like David was both host and part of a three-person judging panel, which included Paula Abdul and Syesha Mercado. (Go figure!)
Part of the show featured him and the judges scouting out new talent across the country; the other part featured a skit with him playing poker and keeping a “poker face” while he was skillfully shuffling cards. I don’t remember the outcome of that skit.
It’s all pretty sketchy this dream. I do remember him at one point giving a smooth, soulful rendition of Bill Withers’ “Ain’t No Sunshine”:
Can’t you just imagine the Voice on this song? Sigh. Talk about “Soul David”! Gosh, my wishful thinking was really coming to the surface of my subconscious!
At some point, I woke up.
Eight months ago. That was when I had my last David Dream. Until now.
I’m writing it down now because I fell asleep while watching Late Night with Jimmy Kimmel.
I dreamed that I was watching Kimmel’s show and, just before ending, he bought on a surprise guest performer.
None other than David Archuleta!
The audience erupted into screams. David came out on stage, looking taller, his voice sounding deeper.
I don’t remember what song he sang but I remember the conversation after, telling folks about preparing to take his rightful place as a “man heading his household.”
And then I woke up.
Wishful thinking, huh? Except that conservative-sounding David at the end.
Still, wasn’t there a time when Kimmel used to be a David Archuleta fan?
Last night I had a dream about David.
So, I dream that I’m meeting up with David one evening. When he greets me at a street corner, he immediately grabs my hand as we proceed towards a church where he’s participating in a concert. I’m quite thrilled as we’re walking in the streets, hand in hand, as if we’re a couple!
Inside, he sits me in a certain pew close to the front as he then goes backstage to get ready for his performance. It’s not a solo performance though, as he’s part of a choral group. But I’m thrilled, either way, that he has given me special seating to check him out in this concert.
When he comes out on stage with the rest of the choir and prepares to sing, a noisy argument breaks out in the audience. I see that it involves two rival characters from a soap that I occasionally watch. They’re so disruptive that I try to go over and break it up (seeing as I know these two and how they operate, I thought I could try and “reason” with them to behave themselves at a church concert). But they ignore me and continue with their commotion. I look back toward the stage, and David gestures for me to come to the stage and join him, so I did.
I’m not a performer, but it doesn’t seem to matter as I sit next to him in the chorale section. The choir isn’t performing at the moment since a preacher comes out on stage and proceeds to call the audience to attention (which eventually stops the commotion). While he preaches a sermon, David pulls me in close to him, his arm around my chair. I look up at him, and next thing I know, he’s moving in to kiss me! We’re on stage! And in church! During a “sermon”! I pull my face away in embarrassment, so he instead plants the kiss on my cheek! I’m still embarrassed. I tell him that I’m going back to the seat he picked out for me in the audience so I try to furtively move off stage as I hear him chuckling behind me.
After the church service (I don’t remember the choir singing at all!) David comes and gets me, and once again, we’re outside in the streets at night, walking hand in hand. At some point, David pauses from our walk to pull me in closer, and as he embraces me, he whispers in my ear: “Your place or mine?”
Who is this highly confident, swagger-walking, eager-to-display-public-affection guy, and what’s he doing with me? And is this really the David Archuleta I know?!
I look into his sparkling eyes and smiling face, and my heart immediately starts fluttering, that kind of flutter you get when the guy you’re dating makes every indication that he’s ready to take the relationship to the next level while you’re still hesitant about going in the same direction.
Except … why would I be hesitant with David Archuleta?
As I mull over his “invitation” … that’s when I woke up!
Can you believe it, dear readers? Thirty-seven David Dreams, and still he and I have yet to consummate our relationship.
What is my subconscious waiting for?
The other night I dreamed that I was traveling and was wandering through a hotel lobby (resembling the casino at Verona where I saw his My Kind of Christmas tour). I was looking for the restroom, and after pushing myself through a throng of people, finally found a ladies room.
While inside, I picked a stall and as luck would have it, the door would not lock. So I went about my business, hoping I’d be done before someone came in. But, before I could tidy up myself, someone swings the stall door wide open – much to my horror. Equally horrifying was the person who opened the door on me was none other than…DAVID ARCHULETA!
I screamed out with embarrassment, and he reacted in shock at seeing me in the middle of – well, you get the picture. He apologizes profusely after closing the door back. I’m mortified!
But after the shock wears off, and I’m done in the restroom, I go outside, wondering: WHERE IS HE?
Of course, I’m now out in the hotel lobby again, looking around desperately for David and even chuckling to myself that David caught me in such a private moment. Anyway, as I’m walking around the lobby, I come across a group of young teenaged thugs, who start heckling me and pulling at my clothes. I’m shocked and slap one of the kids, telling him to back off. This kind of escalates, as more and more of these young thugs start grabbing at me. I start screaming for help.
And then I wake up.
WHAT IN THE WORLD????!!!
Before I get into my latest dream about David (it’s been a while actually), just want to mention that Fans of David is back up!
I thought to also include the pic that they’ve recently posted (see above – photoshop credit goes to Kari).
Anyway, my memory of my 35th dream (can you believe it?) is a bit sketchy so I’ll try to recall what I can:
In my David Dream, I get a phone call from guess who! I’m totally spazzing but he’s totally calm.
He says to me: “I’m back from my trip, and I wanted to know when is a good time to come over and get my things.”
My heart palpitates like crazy. David wants to come over? And he wants to get his things? What things could he possibly retrieve from me?
I say to him: “Well, I’ll be home all day today so come on over whenever.”
“Great! I’ll be there in an hour.”
So, I get off the phone and spend the rest of the dream turning my house upside down, trying to look for David’s “things.” I don’t know why I didn’t ask him for specifics, but I’m playing a guessing game, trying to recall what he gave me, for surely if David gave me some of his things for safekeeping, I will remember what they are and know where I kept them.
I am in a search and don’t know what I’m looking for! And of course I get real anxious because David is coming to my house!
While searching in all my closets, a voice suddenly says to me, “Did you check your container under your bed?”
It was then that I remember what it was I kept for David, but just as I’m about to pull out the container, I wake up.
I’m still clueless about what I was looking for and what David gave me. heh.
Anyway, I’m going to see Jordin Sparks in the movie Sparkle this weekend! Anyone else going?