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I dreamed last night that I attended a premiere party, where in the absence of David, his handlers provided a DJ who would present and remix David’s latest music.
The room reminded me of the VIP meet-and-greet where we all met David Archuleta pre-concert. Despite the knowledge of David being away on his mission, we were all so excited to just be in a meeting space where we could celebrate the Voice.
While I was there, I was sitting next to someone who looked liked Freo, and we were being very cynical about some of the over-the-top shenanigans of some of the fans present, who kept wanting to censor the DJ because he put different “spins” on David’s song and wouldn’t play them straight – they didn’t approve of him when he “rocked” them out or “R&B’d” them or “hip-hopped” them or “Latinized” them. They only seemed to approve of the remixes when he slowed them down.
Each time a fan made a complaint, I rolled my eyes and whispered in Freo’s ear something cynical (don’t remember what I actually said), and she would burst out laughing.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, who do I see furtively watching our exchange?
None other than David Archuleta! (He, who’s supposed to be away on his mission!)
He was sitting on the floor in the back of the room, wearing a red-and-white striped t-shirt and eating what looked to be a chicken sandwich. He was looking at us as if he disapproved of the way we were making fun of the other fans. I immediately felt ashamed. I whispered in the ear of Freo again: “Don’t turn around right now, but do it slowly. You’ll never guess who’s at the back of the room staring at us.”
Freo slowly turned around, and when she saw it was David, she let out a scream.
The other fans turned to look at us to see what was going on.
And then I woke up.
So, I dreamed I went to the movies with my mother, and David’s “Waiting for Yesterday” was used in the opening credits! It was used again throughout the movie, so that after the movies, when driving home, my mom said she really liked the song.
It was my opportunity to introduce her to David’s music, and I happily obliged! 🙂
I was exhilarated and excited that others were now discovering everything I loved about David.
And then I woke up.
Update: Just learning about Etta James’ passing today. 😦 I absolutely love, love, loooove her “At Last” (maybe one day David will give us a cover? I melt thinking of it…)
RIP, Etta James. You will be missed! I can’t help but cry when I hear this song…
I’m trying to piece together fragments of a dream I had about David while I was away.
But it’s a bit hard, this time around, because he felt more shadowy than he usually appears. As if subconsciously I’m already feeling his fading presence before he even goes away for two years!
The first part of the dream, I’m on a snow hiking trip with a group. Don’t ask me why I’d be part of such an expedition, because I don’t do these things and think the folks who plan to go hiking up snow- and ice-covered mountains have a death wish, but there I was. Somewhere in the large group, I detected David on the outskirts of the group. All I know was we were trying to climb a mountain in the snow and doing this rather slowly. I was out of breath and wondered if I should quit while I was ahead, but since no one else was turning around, I felt trapped. I didn’t want to go back all by myself when everyone else wanted to go climbing.
“Climb Ev’ry Mountain,” anyone?
I don’t know how I switched from the snow-covered mountain scene to the next scene, but next thing I know, as happens sometimes in dreams, I’m at a hotel resort. Hmmmm, rather resembling the Turning Stone casino resort, where I went to see David in Verona.
In the lobby, there was another crowd, an immense crowd. There were all kinds of banners and posters advertising a performance by Lady Gaga. It looked like I already had tickets for the show, but I was having trouble finding the actual concert showroom (very much like what happened when I was in Verona!).
Eventually I found myself sitting in a restaurant and lounge area, and in the back of the room (in the shadows no less), who do I see but David Archuleta! Except he looked like he was trying very hard not to be seen. I immediately went up to him, hoping he would remember my face from the VIP Meet-and-Greet (as many fans say he’s good with faces), but David shrinked away, becoming once again that painfully shy guy we often heard he was capable of becoming. Oh No! I backed off since he didn’t want to be seen, but I was left with a sadness that, in a crowded hotel where folks were lining up to see Lady Gaga, David was trying to disappear.
And then I woke up.
(It’s not going to take much psychoanalysis to interpret what this dream means!)
First, I dreamed I had gotten off a bus (don’t know where I was heading to be honest, just know I was going somewhere and felt like I was running late). I get off in what looks like a suburban neighborhood, but I can’t find the address that I’m looking for. It then starts pouring rain, and I don’t have an umbrella. So I eventually just stop at a bench and sit down in the pouring rain, getting drenched.
Then, who should pass me by but David Archuleta! He asks me if I need help, and I tell him what I’m looking for. So, he tells me that I just need to take a different bus, which I can catch around the corner. He then gives me a raincoat and takes off.
So, now that I have protective covering, I feel less lost somehow. I get to the bus top he pointed out, but as soon as I get there, the bus is already leaving! I tried to get the driver’s attention, but he keeps going. Well, at least the bus stop is in front of a store, so I go inside. I didn’t realize I was hungry, but I see there’s food I can shop for. As I go down one of the aisles, I hear a woman cry out, and as I look, I see a woman around my mother’s age, trying to get away from some short pudgy man who’s assailing her with a long stick. I suddenly get into the melee and was able to pull the stick away from the deranged man. He starts running away, but I chase after him and strike him with the stick. He suddenly turns and grabs the stick away from me, then grabs a knife and proceeds to stab at me. I’m able to fight back and use my hands to keep the knife from entering my flesh, but as I feel myself losing strength, I start screaming “Help! Help!”
No one seems to come to my aid, so I start screaming, “Fire! Fire! Murder! Murder!!”
And then I woke up. And was afraid to go back to sleep after that.
And then I realized my bladder was full and had to go to the bathroom (no wonder I was getting drenched in my dream!).
What does David have to do with any of this?
So, David must really be weighing on my subconscious (and not in a good way!) because I had another David Dream last night (which came to me during a pretty quiet and uneventful night – Thank God Hurricane Irene has passed and we’re all here unscathed!).
Anyway, it must have been a combination of the various comments here and private emails sent to me spreading rumors of David making ulterior motives to disappear on us for 2 years on a mission (even though the boy debunked those misleading tweets, is still tweeting us about how busy he is songwriting and is residing in LA – the city where you need to be if you’re pursuing a music career – versus only stopping in Utah for family visits and promptly leaving them when everybody and their dog puts the pressure on him to do his expected mission – Jeez!) as well as my eventually tuning in to MTV’s VMAs to see if I’m missing any watershed moments (Lady Gaga as Joe Calderone?! Really?! A Britney Spears appreciation moment danced by a bunch of tweens and younger? Really?! And only Bruno Mars on hand to do an Amy Winehouse tribute? Why the heck was Adele not brought out on stage to do a rendition of “Back to Black”? She would have KILLED it!! Ugh!!).
The parade of the latest who’s who in pop music must have made me nostalgic for the Davids when they appeared on MTV in the wake of their American Idol popularity (see above). Not to mention when I saw Demi Lovato standing next to Selena Gomez, I was thinking, “Dang! Demi looks great and so healthy with her curves! So glad to see her recovering after her rehab stint. But standing next to that anorexic-looking Selena, I know TV critics are gonna call Demi ‘fat’ when the problem is that Selena is too skinny!”
As an aside: I’m fearful for Selena; she literally looks like she’s disappearing! It must be seriously awkward to be in a position where your music career successfully launched because your publicists told you it was a good idea to date a high-profile, ultra popular pipsqueak jerk and so you hold your nose and give him the obligatory kiss whenever he wins an award (can’t anybody see how staged their relationship is?) as you count the ways it pays off since you’re now Hollywood’s “It” girl! But my goodness, girl, you need to eat you something! Something tells me she’s the next Disney star to check into rehab (if she’s so lucky).
Anyway, all this a prelude to the dream that unfolded as I drifted off to sleep:
In my dream, both David and Cook were invited to one of those MTV after VMA shows to comment on the show. The gist of it: Cook was diplomatic, and David Archuleta (yes, our beloved who never has a mean thing to say about anybody!) was a complete judgmental jerk! People were shocked.
He specifically was laying into Demi Lovato and said all kinds of disparaging things about her, like how she was such a “mean girl” when they had toured together and how she’s a “really bad role model for young girls” because how can anybody look up to someone who already checked into rehab before they’re even 21 and how her ‘lifestyle choices” is what led her to need rehab in the first place. And besides all that, he doesn’t approve of “tattoos” on women. (Demi has the words “Stay Strong” tattooed on her wrists – so as to prevent herself from returning to her self-destructive habit of cutting her wrists!).
My head was spinning after that! I mean, I was so excited to see David on my tele, but for him to come on to behave like this! It was so out of character! Worse, Cook came off like the “good guy” because he immediately came to Demi’s defense and kept reminding him that “we’re not here to judge.” Just… wow!
Needless to say, this appearance was a PR disaster for David, and then everywhere on the Internet, folks were digging up all kinds of information about him and his “over-the-top” religious devotion, which has turned him into a “Jesus Freak.” There were those who decided it was David, not Demi, that needs to go to a “rehab,” but to undo his “religious brainwashing.” Naturally, all the Archies came to David’s defense in the wake of this negative publicity, but I decided not to come to David’s defense and posted here on Soul David a post titled “DEEPLY DISAPPOINTED IN DAVID.” My viewership went through the roof, but not in a good way of course, because every other Archie came out of the woods to bash me and accuse me of not being a “true David fan,” whatever the heck that’s even supposed to mean.
I shut everyone down and told them: “The David I’m a fan of would NEVER have gone on TV to berate a fellow music artist, especially one he had opened for on a concert tour! Who is this hacker pretending to be David Archuleta? ‘Cause that ain’t the guy I fell in love with! I want my old David back ’cause this one ain’t cutting it. No way am I keeping a fan blog for whoever this David is. Just not gonna happen!”
And somewhere in the midst of this online rhetorical battle, I woke up.
I’m sure it’s not hard for any of you to deconstruct this baby, huh?