where wishes come true

I had another hanson dream last night. it was quite similar to the last, which was probably a month ago, when hanson first announced their tour: I arrived at the concert with only about an hour to go before the show. I walked right in, and the place where the concert would be wasn’t crowded at all. I immediately saw my high school friends, and I also saw some hanson.net people. I made a point to say hello to a girl in a wheelchair right next to the stage – she’s a hanson.net person. I walked around with my friends, and I kept seeing more and more people from high school. a few of them I tried to avoid, but they came up to me and were really friendly. I think I was afraid of them making fun of me for being at a hanson concert, but then I realized that they were here too. I looked at the tour merchandise table, but didn’t see anything interesting. we headed back to the stage. the place was more crowded, but not so much so that I couldn’t pick a spot right up in front row. my friends all hung back to the back – it was clear that I loved hanson, not them.

at that point, standing up front waiting for the concert to begin, I became lucid; I realized that I was dreaming, and I hoped that I could just stay asleep long enough for the concert to begin.

anyway, the point of writing this down is that it’s the second dream where I’m at a hanson concert and my high school friends are there – they’re supportive, they help me get a good seat, but they aren’t actually fans themselves.

so what does it mean?

well, in high school I was put to shame to liking hanson, and I still hesitate before I tell anyone that I like them. high school friends still make fun of me. in college, most people didn’t, or at least learned to not make fun of me. I got a lot of respect – if hanson was what I liked, then that was great. and when I got to meet hanson – well everyone was happy for me, because obviously that would be meaningful to me.

so it has something to do with gaining respect from people. from people in my past, maybe. it’s interesting that I dreamed this after writing last night about needing to meet a guy who would respect me.

the dream could also go the other way – learning not to be ashamed of something (liking hanson’s music), but instead to be proud. it could have to do with letting others respect, support, and help me.

or maybe it’s just showing me the type of people that I should have in my life – I need the people who are like the friends in my dream. when it was time for me to take my place in front row, I looked back at my friends. they were happily settling in to the back, taking comfortable positions for them, and they were beaming at me – they knew that front row would be awesome for me, and they were so happy for me.

that’s a good metaphor. I need to take my place in the front row of my own life – the place that is best for me, that makes me shine, the place where I am proud and happy. I need people in my life who are supportive, who help me get there, and who are so darn proud of me.