Daily Archives: September 8, 2013

Dreams, Richard Armitage and Y’all.


I had two dreams recently. One a couple of nights ago, and the other, just this afternoon.  In the first, I was in some sort of auditorium, perhaps a theatre. Details are rather hazy. I was sitting right next to the aisle and I remember feeling very anxious and tense–antsy. I was anticipating something or someone, but I couldn’t tell you what it was.  I felt very–vulnerable.

And suddenly HE was near me, about to walk by me. I was suddenly very much aware of Richard Armitage‘s presence. I think I froze.

And then something rather miraculous happened. He stopped and he talked to me. He talked to me as if we were well acquainted, old friends.


He leaned down and gave me a quick, warm hug with one arm. I remember touching his other arm.  He was smiling and there was genuine affection in those glorious blue eyes. I can’t tell you what he said or what I said, because I don’t recall–but I do remember how it made me feel. Encouraged. Uplifted. Happy. One of the best dreams I have had in ages.

The second dream: Details are even more hazy with this one than the first. But it must have been rather enjoyable because when I woke up, I was–coming. Yes, in *that* sense of the word.  I can’t tell you the last time I had an erotic dream, let alone one with such a stimulating result.

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(Oh, Thorin, wipe that sweet-yet- knowing smirk off your face. I can’t remember just who may have inspired this. Maybe you or another ChaRActer, maybe the CReAtor.  I just don’t know . . .)

So, what do these dreams mean, if anything, other than the superficial–that I’d love to meet Mr. A and have such a wonderful time of it and that there may be snow on the roof but still a bit of fire in the old furnace?

In my mind, the Richard in my first dream actually represents all of you. I’ve been so down, so stressed, so exhausted, my outlook bleak–and then, you, fellow RA fans, you came along and offered me so much support. Words of encouragement, virtual hugs, sound advice, offers of assistance from all over the world. And that means the world to me. And somehow, it really felt as if Richard himself was smiling at me, hugging me, laughing with me.  Reminding me I am accepted, loved, valued.  That no matter what happens, I have the blessing of true friends in my life.


I am glad RA came into my life in large part because it brought all of YOU into my life.  Many thanks.

As for the second dream–since I took that little break, I think the various juices are starting to flow again.  Creative and otherwise.

I am planning to go on a photography expedition with Mary, owner of the local art gallery that is soon to open, my friend Stacey (art teacher on sabbatical, fantastic vocalist and budding photographer) and some others on Thursday. Looking so forward to visiting communities around and about, and spending time with creative people.  Ideas are dancing in my head again.  Thinking of entering some of my photos in the local fair competition this year.  And am pleased to report I should be selling some of my stills shot at our most recent PRP event, a lovely birthday celebration for a 96-year-old lady in my hometown.  I think we will also be getting great word-of-mouth advertising from this for the video production company  . . .

I am excited about my new blog, too. If you haven’t visited it yet, it’s at http://angieklong.wordpress.com : “Honeysuckle & Sweet Tea: Southern Reflections.” Here at TAE, I am planning to switch to Tuesdays for Thorin, keep Guyday on Fridays, and post one other day during the week. I plan to post twice a week at H&ST. Sometimes it may end up being twice a week here and three times there.  Other times, when there is more going on in Armitage World, I may post more frequently here. I am just trying to stay relaxed about it all. Keeping it fun is my motto. Not stressing out over things that just don’t deserve that kind of attention . . .