Just Another Woo Girl
Just Another Woo Girl
So I had a cool thought this morning. You know how every fan in general, wants to meet their god. Let’s just say, specifically me, a Directioner, wanting to meet One Direction (oh lord), meets them! That would be a dream come true, and I will remember that moment every day for the rest of my life, and obviously capture the moment in film, and, in pictures! With the iPhone 5, so awesome…
Oh yes, side note. When I met The Wanted, I had the ultimate dilemma, of whether to film it, or to take pictures. I ended up filming it so I could possibly take screenshots later, and I could also upload it to YouTube, where people who actually care can see. (Well I guess I could’ve uploaded pics to tumblr but oh well). But now, with the iPhone 5, my dilemma is solved! As I can take pictures, AND videos at the same time!
Anyway, so if I met One Direction, it’d make MY life, but would it make THEIR lives? The greatest scenario of course would be, I meet them, and then mine and Harry’s eyes meet, and we fall in love at first sight. We exchange information and I stay in Sydney and he goes back to London, after the tour, and after we had met up after the concert. And then, I go to London on exchange for a year for university, and I meet up with him, and out love rekindles. We have our ups and downs, but in the end, it’s… Meant to be (Everybody Loves Raymond reference).
But of course, again, my friends will deny this ultimate reality, and say, “They’ll forget you, they meet millions of crazy girls all the time.”
But! Here comes the amazing revelation that I believe that I myself have discovered.
When you dream, the people you see, they are actual people that you’ve seen in real life. This is because your brain can’t actually make up random faces and bodies, so they take random people like from on the street, people you haven’t even looked at properly but your subconscious notes their face and existence into your mind.
And thus, although they may not remember me. Their subconscious will. And they will, in fact, dream about me! One Direction dreams about me.
I haven’t met them yet, but, I was outside their vans while they were inside the van and was standing right in front, and, they WOULD HAVE SEEN ME!
So in conclusion, One Direction will, or have had, dreams about me. ME!!!
Just Another Woo Girl
P.s. I haven’t blogged in a while, I’m half considering doing vlogs on YouTube, except, that would take some extreme adjustments…
Last night I had the best dream ever. I wrote out bits of it when I woke up, and when I had woken, I was in an incredibly emotional state. You know those dreams, where so much happens, and you feel so connected and it feels so real, you wake up and your chest is beating and your breath is short? Well that’s what happened to me when I had dreamt I’d met One Direction and The Wanted.
Oh gosh, well I actually didn’t get to meet The Wanted in my dream. Which may be because I have already met them in real life (oh my god). And so it begins, well the parts that I remember, I am walking out of this building. For some reason, the setting is similar to that of my local shopping centre, and where my tutoring building is, but I didn’t realise this in my dream, and a lot of things about it were different. Anyway, so I’m walking down the stairs to leave the building, and I know, because I saw and heard them, that One Direction are walking down the stairs behind me. And being the normal person I am, I play it cool, and continue to walk down.
I leave the building and turn my head back slightly, just to peek, and they are walking a different direction, possibly, so I turn and walk that way. I turn around for some reason to meet them, maybe they’d said something. But it was the most amazing moment in my dream history ever. Harry walks up to me to have a hug, but instead of aiming his arms over my own, because that’s the friend hug, he aims them around my waist! Yeah, best moment of my life. Harry Styles. And then I hug the rest of the boys, and they are so sweet. It’s all a blur really. I have this thing, and I suppose all fangirls do, is that I really like to take photos when I meet celebrities (not that I often meet them, sadly), just to have a memory and something tangible to look at, rather than a memory that becomes faded and moulded over time. Though, the thing with taking pictures is that, I think, it’s so hard to do. I mean, you have to meet them, say hi, and then ask for a picture, and the picture has to be good, and so on. But I just love pictures because they truly capture memories and feelings, likewise with music. I love the feeling of listening to a song, and having it take you on a journey back in time, feeling the same feelings that you had felt listening to that very same song four years ago. It’s amazing.
Anyway, the great feeling that I had in this dream was, I didn’t need to take photos! There were cameras all around us taking the pictures of this amazing moment for me! Five boys, five hugs, amazing. Though, it still was a dream.
Time past, somehow, somewhere, and I ended up in the car park. I may or may not have ridden the elevator with One Direction, not sure. And we were no longer in the setting of my current local Westfield, but back to Westfield Marion in Adelaide, where I had lived when I was young. I’m in the car park, it’s dark, as usual, but the ceilings are high, which is kind of unusual for a car park, and there are sterile fluorescent lights above, but it wasn’t so bright that it was cold and bleak, it was slightly dim but I could still see everything clearly.
And then, I saw Jay in the car! It was a four wheel drive kind of car, and he was sitting in the back, with maybe other people, like management, but I don’t remember the rest of the band in there. I saw him, and he saw me, and then I got in the car and we drove down the sunset road. Kidding. This is the part where, I tell you what happened, instead. I saw him, and he saw me, as I said, and being excited, I wanted to meet him! But I had to walk around the car and other cars, for some off reason, to make it to his car door. Even though, I was looking at him directly through the front window, so technically I could’ve just walked straight toward him… Anyway, so I walk around, and he’s gone! He’s not in the car anymore! He is crouching just outside the car door, ducking. Trying to run away. (Wow, I really don’t like this image of Jay running away from me, but I suppose it’s funny, because I’m crazy – I’m actually not crazy. I wasn’t even crazy when I met him.) Yeah, so he was trying to hide so he wouldn’t have to hug me! So sad, even though he has hugged me in real life (win).
So then he says, something along the lines of, “I didn’t want to hug you because I ate onions so my breath stinks.”
And then I went on to say, “I hate The Wanted!! And I hate you!!!”
Yes, as you can see, I was extremely passionate in my retelling of the story, though in the dream, I was extremely passionate and extremely emotional.
I turned back and got into the elevator (I walked straight, yes straight to the elevator, meaning I didn’t even need to walk around). And started ranting to someone in the elevator, and crying, not sure who it was though… And that’s most evidently why I woke up in such a wretched, breathless state. Crying in dreams makes you really emotional. Actually, I ended up waking up, and crying in real life. Pathetic.
So is it because I’d already met The Wanted in real life, that I didn’t get to meet them in my dream? In order to not be greedy? Does that mean I won’t meet them ever again? My dreams of befriending Jay, especially, may have been crushed… Actually, Jay said in an interview that he would date a girl who used to be a big fan of The Wanted, so I guess that could be me, three years time…
What’s the point in that?
Just Another Woo Girl
P.s. I wish I could be one of those people who could control their dreams. Maybe I’ll try it tonight. But I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to…
I may even have minor thoughts of road trips in the hot summer, in an old blue sedan, cruising with the windows down because there’s no air conditioning, and then we step out of the car into a lush forest where we ride our vintage bicycles on the dirt track, and then I suppose we stop off at a cliff where we enjoy a carton of Moove milk each. I think we’d agree that an air conditioned journey would probably be the most enjoyable, rather than a hot tanked tin trip.