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I was in a bus, like a school bus but with big windows, with a bunch of other screaming teenage girls.  We were parked on the road at the top of my driveway, and we were all leaning out the window.  Micky was out there, and he was supposed to be current Micky, but he had more hair, it was curly, and he looked... too smooth, like he'd had a facelift or two.  He talked a lot, and asked for volunteers.  I *immediately* volunteered.  He picked me by taking my hand and pulling me out of the bus.  Then he asked me if I was familiar with the shows "L.A. Law", "Ben", and another show I can't remember the name of.  As far as I know, "L.A. Law" was the only real show he mentioned.  He was still kind of holding my hand while he picked some other girls, then grouped them by the shows they were most familiar with.  Then we were in a room that was dark, almost like a basement, but it had windows and gauzy curtains, and it looked like the Oregon Coast outside.  Micky was having us perform skits, and giving us acting tips!  I remember wondering where Peter was and if I was missing his set by being down in this room with Micky.
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I had a dream a while ago (and I wrote it all down, but I'm too damn lazy to go up and dig out my dreams notebook) that I was kind of a third wheel on a date between Mike and a girl I think is probably Willow from my friend Maggie Magnolia Mae's fic, "Crazy".  We were on a school bus, they were sitting in seats across the aisle from one another, and I was sitting behind Willow.  I don't remember much, although I think Mike wanted me to leave.  (In retrospect, that hurts my feelings.  *sniff, sniff*)  They were going to a restaurant that looked like Red Lobster from the outside.  (I say this because I've never seen the inside of Red Lobster.  I don't eat seafood.)
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I was emptying a notebook the other day (I really was, this isn't a dream), and I noticed a note to myself.  It said, "Remember dream:  Davy died, Mike in concert."  The Mike in Concert part is around somewhere, where I remembered taking pictures.  I don't remember a dream where Davy died, but apparently I had one.
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I dreamt that I heard (on the radio or something) Michael's song "Wynonah" from "Pretty Much Your Standard Ranch Stash", but it was being sung by someone else, and the line "Wynonah looks for truth while sweeping up the sawdust underneath the bar-room booth" was different somehow.
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This dream may or may not have started in a McDonalds.  I can't remember the chronology, except what happened last, because that was right before I woke up.  So we'll start with fast food.  Someone at this particular McDonalds kept asking me if the food really was any good or if people just came because it was a McD's.  A woman.  I kept going up for more food, and the guy behind the register was psychic or something, because I never had to order, he just handed me what I wanted.  I remember being a little confused about that.  I daydreamed about having Mike take Maggie/Rosie/Sage/whoever to McDonalds in a fanfic, and promptly rejected that idea.  (Oh, man, I wrote this down when I woke up and I can barely read my writing.)  So eventually, I left.  (I'm getting to the Monkees parts!)  I wanted to catch a ride with Jo, my best friend.  She said no, and then said "Guess who just gave me a goodnight kiss?"  It was Mike, damnit, and I could've gotten one, too, if I'd been a little sooner.  He was driving away.  You know, she never said it was Mike, I just assumed.
Then I found myself in a house with a loft.  I was in said loft, looking at a T-shirt with a silhouette of Mike on it, and the beginnings of a fanfic.  It looked like my senior T-shirt from Glencoe.  The fic had Mike up in the loft (or someplace similar) and the other three making noise and talking loudly downstairs.  For once, I actually included Davy.  Sometimes he slips out of the group in my dreams.  I think Mike was sad.  Then I was at a concert, a NEZ concert!  Hurrah!!!!!  Somehow, Jo and I met a blonde woman who was supposed to be Kathryn or Victoria Nesmith or some such person.  She was really friendly, and I thought she might let me meet Nez later on.  She took me to this booth that was selling all sorts of memoribilia.  It was crowded at first, then the crowds left.  Jack Nicholson was working there.  I picked out TONS of stuff, mostly Monkees memoribilia, rare albums, etc.  A young guy behind the counter offered me and Jo "sacks of CDs", which I later saw had something to do with Christian Science.  Jack was putting the stuff I asked for in little plastic baggies and stapling them to pieces of paper with pictures of all the available stuff on them.  We were just about done when Jo packed up all the stuff, and I couldn't figure out what was mine.  (We were in a little bit of a hurry, Mike had started to sing.)  The crowds came back to the booth, and I only had six dollars.  The young guy said he'd hold our stuff for "up to three weeks".  I went to find our adults (Jo's parents' friends, I think) to get some cash.
Here's the best part.
Michael (from 1992, see "...tropical campfires...") was standing on the ground instead of the stage.  (This was an outdoor concert, BTW)  There was supposed to be a race or something while he sang.  He was in between two big speakers and roped off from the crowds.  Jo and I worked our way right past him, like less than 10 feet away from Nez himself.  I thought "I've never been this close to him!".  He was looking down at his guitar, but started to look up as I passed.  Our eyes met, I was smiling hugely, and a smile slowly spread over his face.  We watched each other until someone or something obstructed our view (I was still walking).  Then I woke up with this fantastic image of Michael smiling at me.
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My friend Jo told me she was going to see the 3kees in Cour D'Laine (or however you spell it, I'm too lazy to look it up), Idaho, and wanted to know if I wanted to go, too.  Of course I did!  We hopped in her car and went to buy tickets.  There was an absolute mob at the ticket counter, and there was only one "cheap seat" left.  It cost about $35, and Jo snapped it up immediately.  The next least expensive ticket cost about $200, and I didn't have any money.  I asked the woman behind the counter if I could have a poster.  She gave me a poster of the 3kees from the mid-eighties, and it was huge.  The rest of the dream was running around, trying to find a pay phone to call my parents and ask for money.  All my change seemed to be from my collection of foreign coins, but fortunately, the phone booth had a timer that let you have a free conversation.  I never did get the tickets.
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I was having a party or something.  I was playing music in my bedroom, playing around with my stereo.  Peter showed up...  I think Davy was there VERY briefly.  Anyway, Peter hung around after everyone had left, and we played some music on the stereo.  He had some albums (I remember The Birds, The Bees, and The Monkees) but they were all composed of alternate takes of songs.  Mike showed up soon after.  Suddenly, I had my bunk bed again (which I got rid of several years ago), but it was full size instead of twin.  I was making the top bunk for myself to sleep on, and Peter and Mike were going to share the bottom bunk.  My curtains had come detached, so they weren't closing properly.  It was night time outside, and my windows had mildew growing on them or something.  I think that's related to the news that a Portland middle school will not be opening next September due to toxic mold.  Anyway, I spent time talking to them both, but not a lot and not that I remember.  It was pleasant.
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In my dream, this company called Reunion, which made yearbooks, was sending out mailers looking for summer workers.  Even though I only have a month left before I'm off to college, I got a job stuffing envelopes.  I was working with about five other girls (including my friend, Martha) on my grandma's patio.  We were drinking Pepsi and talking about how it felt like autumn even though it wasn't, and that all the autumn flowers were blooming early.  I picked this flower from a little pot on the table and was going to eat it for some reason, when the wind pulled it out of my grasp and floated it gently into Martha's Pepsi.  I looked inside the can and there were stalks of lupines floating in her pop.  (I blame this on recently watching the Dennis Moore episode of Monty Python.  You know, "Give me all your lupines!"  "What, the flower?")  Anyway, we went to my back yard for some kind of staff meeting.  I think several people from my high school were there, although no one sticks out except Martha.  She was wearing a white shirt.  Mike was there, too, in a blue shirt and blue hat.  (I watched Monkees on the Line last night.)  I was horsing around with a bunch of people and someone bet me that I couldn't knock Mike down on the grass and keep him pinned.  I was trying to wrestle Mike to the ground, playfully, not maliciously, and someone (possibly Martha) shouted "Tell him!"  I think the idea there was that if I told him I was in love with him, he'd be shocked and I'd easily win the impromptu wrestling match.  He said "Tell me what?"  After I won, I told him I liked him.  Gee, I feel like a sixth grader.  Do you like him, or do you LIKE him like him?  I think I told him I was falling for him or something.  I really can't remember conversations in dreams, just the jist (or is it gist?) of them.  Anyway, he said he liked me, too, and so from that point we were "dating".  Mike went over and sat one space away from Martha at the front of the group of assembled students.  I sat right between them, which was Mike's intention.  Isn't that sweet?  We held hands during the speech, which was about who would inherit the house (my house) behind us.  Mike had gotten a bonus, and everyone had a certain amount of money, but around that point I realized that Mike and I together had a LOT of cash.  The result of the inheritance thing was that another couple, the next in line from the last person who was supposed to decide, would decide who got the house.  There was kind of a mass exodus (like at a school assembly) and I lost track of Mike and Martha.  I saw Mike looking for me, but I couldn't get through the crowd or get his attention.  Later I met up with Martha near the door.  I walked right past her as she asked someone if they had seen me, and I said "I'm right here!"  The crowd ended up in hallways that looked like my high school, but not quite.  Martha went off to her locker, and I went to buy lunch.  I kept fretting about Mike not being able to find me, but I finally decided that he had a different lunch period, or else I'd have seen him around more.  And if he didn't, he could ask around to find our usual eating place.  Getting food was annoying, because I didn't have enough money.  I ended up with a salad, but that turned into mediocre cheese pizza which I ate quickly.  As I left the cafeteria area, I found Martha sitting at a table with former classmates Jessi and Stephanie.  Both dropped out a couple of years ago.  I didn't want to talk to Jessi, but Stephanie, Martha and I went out into this forest like garden.  Martha took pictures of Stephanie and Stephanie talked about something called Turkeyfest, but I was basically thinking how great it was that Mike was my boyfriend, and I remembered going to "Turkeyfest" at Stephanie's house the previous year and it being unpleasant.  By the way, there is no such thing as "Turkeyfest" outside my subconscious..  I saw my friend Andrew walk past, and I tried to catch up with him to tell him something, and then I think I woke up.
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I dreamt my mom and I went to a Christian Science Musem in England.  There are some elements of Pride & Prejudice mixed in with the beginning of this dream.  Somehow, Christian Science was like the army, you could sign up for a certain number of years.  Now, I don't mean to offend anyone, I'm just reporting what I dreamt.  Bette Nesmith had signed her family up for five years, or something, I learned through some kind of historical note or something like that.  Anyway, in the dream, it was okay to sleep through church or something.  I remember I hung around outside this giant museum for a long time while my mom was inside.  It was kind of in England and kind of in the South at the same time.  It was like a big manor house or southern mansion.  I eventually went to a library.  I'm not sure if it was supposed to be part of the museum or not.  I had a book there called Nine Times Blue, which I think was supposed to be Total Control, or a similar biography of Michael Nesmith.  The cover was pinkish, like Long Sandy Hair of Neftoon Zamora, but it was a paperback.  It was a cheap, pirated copy, translated from French for some bizarre reason.  (In real life, I heard a story on the radio about pirated movies and CDs in China.)  The spelling was AWFUL.  "Blue" was spelled "Bleww".  It was in a sort of question/answer format, and I remember one question. Q: Bleww!!! A: Meat!  As if that isn't weird enough, right?  That kind of reminds me of the story of Mike and Phyllis meeting, saying "Nine is red" and "Three is blue" or something like that.  I'd have to look it up.  Then I had a paperback copy of Neftoon Zamora.  Mike (from around Justus or ...tropical campfires...) was sitting in the library.  He was, like, a patient or something and he was talking to a blonde woman.  This woman was supposed to be Neffie, I think, and she was either a nurse or trying to "rescue" or secretly visit Michael.  I don't really know.  I really wanted to talk to Mike, and tell him what a big fan I am (I don't just have a crush on him, you know) but he looked like he was having a fairly personal conversation with Neffie.  I sat around and tried to read my book very obviously, but I never got his attention.  I eventually gave up and headed to a bus stop.
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I was walking down my driveway in this dream...  Well, it's more a gravel road than a driveway, but I digress.  Actually, I was driving down the driveway, which is just about the only driving I can do.  My neighbor's mom was standing in her yard reading the PVG sheet music for the Monkees Greatest Hits.  She asked me if I already had it, which I did (do? did? whatever).  She gave me an old book about HEAD.  It was small, like the Monkees Go Mod or one of those other vintage teen books.  Then I was farther down the driveway with a young man who either looked EXACTLY like Micky did in the desert scene in HEAD (no shirt!) or he was Micky.  It's not really clear in my memory.  He was going through the gray HEAD book and he had a bunch of photocopies of a Sheriff's badge with a map or some shape scratched into it.  He was using this information to prove something was done by someone who was not a drummer.  He had a bunch of little children, like younger siblings, with him and they were all wearing old, worn out clothes.  Anyway, whatever he was trying to prove had to do with distance, like the distance of a chair from the drums, proving it was really inconvenient.  I remember I was sitting in the choir/guitar room of my high school.  I was keeping one foot on my books to make sure they weren't stolen.
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This dream was detached third person, like I was watching the TV show.  Mike had had some kind of accident and had apparently hit his head.  He was doing things... well, I can't think of a better word than "backwards".  Micky and Davy had brought him home from the hospital and he was wearing an olive green miner's helmet instead of his wool hat, and carrying something that looked like... a thermos, but it might have been some kind of machine.  I get the impression of weight.  At some point, Mike wandered off and Davy and Micky had to go find him.  They found Mike standing in the hallway of a lecture hall, just like the one I have Astronomy in.  Micky was trying to be low-key about it, but the person speaking announced, "Mike Nesmith is here!"  Somehow at the end of the dream, it turned out to be a fanfic I was reading.
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Most of my dreams were about clocks, because I'm reading Terry Pratchett's Thief of Time.  However, later I started to dream about being the assistant of a plump middle aged woman with gray hair.  She, in turn, was Michael's assistant.  He was his current age, but he may have been bearded.  The disconcerting thing was that he was totally senile.  Well, not totally, but he sure was acting strangely.  I didn't get to say anything to him although I kept hoping to have a conversation with him.
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Dreamt I was in the lower level of a stadium, where there are offices and things for managers and whatever.  There was a computer in this office, and I was carrying a houseplant around with me.  (My roommate had suggested that day that I go outside to study and take my plant with me so it could get some natural light.)  Someone had told me that Nez had been using that computer a few minutes before I had gotten there.  Then I was talking to a man who was trying to sell me vintage Monkeestuff, mostly records, mostly More of the Monkees.  Some of the MotM records were blue instead of green.  One of them had pictures on the back that moved like video, Monkees dressed as they were in the Rainbow Room videos.  I had $150 and most of the items costed $30-40 dollars.  I didn't buy anything, though.
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Peter, at his current age and appearance, was looking for something in my parents' bedroom in this dream.  I think he was looking for a claddaugh ring, but he didn't know what one looked like.  I had to describe it to him.  I don't remember much more than that.
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Second-season Mike, Peter, and I were crewmen on this cheesy Star Trek-type space ship.  We were all wearing these tight uniforms and boots.  Mike, according to my Dreams notebook, apparently looked "hot times ten."  His uniform was rust colored and the bottom half was made out of denim.  (Okay, I don't remember this at all, I had this dream like six months ago and I'm relying on my notebook)  Mike made some crack about his 'hide' being made of denim, which seemed to be funny at the time.  Sometimes the boots and pants seemed joined.  There was something trapped in the bowels of the ship and we kept it behind a loose section of wall that was secured with strips of velcro.  Something happened and the wall came free.  Mike and Peter rushed up to barricade it, but Peter then left and Miek was stuck guarding it alone.  The thing (which had tentacles like the Sarlacc in Return of the Jedi) dragged Mike through the wall.  At some point there was a curtain that Mike got tangled in so that he was hanging off the ground.  That's when he made the joke about denim.
Mike came back safe and sound.  The aliens were telepathic and precogniscant.  They had been trying to warn us about something.  I got an image of Mike playing cards or something with them.  I was thrilled to see Mike again and put my arms around his waist.  He held me like we were going to tango in the narrow hallway and kissed my arm up the shoulder and neck, on to the lips and then down the other side.  He did this a couple of times.  I don't remember anything else.
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Two dreams about going to concerts with Dad.  The first was a Monkees concert in a big field.  The stange was a tiny platform.  I don't remember any Monkee except Nez who was his current self.  He was playing a drum set made entirely of bongos.  I remember standing behind him at one point trying to decide if Nez was really playing the drums.  I wanted to play, too.  Nez reluctantly let me play a drum.  I seem to remember sitting on the ground with my dad abd Nez, with my dad trying to convince Nez to let me play.
The second dream was on campus, sort of.  A lot of stuff having to do with tennis courts, and the phrase "as easy to get rid of as a perm" were involved in the early, non-Monkee bits.  I found out there was going to be a 3kees concert at 2 or 3  I went to my neighbor's room to look it up on the internet, but I kept getting web pages in German and other languages.  By the time we gave up, it was after 2.  I raced around to the other side of campus to meet my dad.  A group of students surrounded him, trying to get his electric guitar.  He complained about not having a way to lock it up and left it in the van with the doors open.  We went into a wet forest that reminded me of girl scout day camp.  There were lots of people sitting around on the ground, but most of them were facing away from the table the 3kees were sitting at, as if they were at a press conference.  Two strangers sat between the 3kees (who looked nothing like themselves--One looked like an old Pete Best and another looked like Douglas Adams) and a woman sat behind them at a keyboard.  I was really disappointed.  "Touring must be hard on them," I thought.  "They look like hell."
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The guys were late second season, especially Mike, whose hair was very Monstrous Monkee Mash.  He was also wearing some very, very ugly loafers.  The ugliest shoes imaginable.  Anyway, some guy had captured the Monkees to make them win some band contest.  I remember them creeping across the floor of this dungeon (which had flourescent lights, like neon signs in a club or something) and Mike was crawling crab-style, feet first.  I thought the loafers were on Peter or something at first and that Mike was wearing big Doc Martin's that turned out to be Davy's.  Whoever the villain was, he'd kidnapped Micky and made him believe his name was Christine.  He knew his name was Micky, but he got mad when people didn't call him Christine.  There was something to do with math.
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Dreamt that I was doing stand-up comedy in a convenience store in front of a bunch of guys, including The Daily Show's Jon Stewart, Mike Nesmith, and a guy from one of my classes I had a mild crush on.
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I was wandering around in this second-hand shop (a slightly upscale Goodwill sort of store) and there were a bunch of girls sitting around in one part listening to Nez solo albums. And I do mean albums--There were stacks of records, all Mike's stuff (but mostly stuff that doesn't exist.) I was looking for one with a particular song... "Smoke, Smoke, Smoke" I think, because in real life I want to buy the Nevada Fighter/Tantamount to Treason double album for that song even though I already have Nevada Fighter. I ended up taking a copy of  Infinite Rider on the Big Dogma (even though I have the CD of that one, too) and this weird, oval shaped album. Mike, circa Elephant Parts, came up and started talking to me. Turned out that he owned the store and wandered up to chat. For some bizarre reason, he kept calling me Bob. I told him my name was Ellen and that we had met before (but I've never met Nez, so I don't know why I said that) but I wasn't surprised that he had forgotten my name. He shook my hand, but he shook my left hand and grabbed my wrist instead of my hand and told me he'd remember this time. Then he asked me to name a class, like a class of animals.  I say "What, like crustaceans?"  He made up this poem about crustaceans, saying they were part animal and part algae or something like that.  I think he was trying to teach me a mnemonic device.  Everone in the store stopped to listen to it. He told me to have a cashier go get him when I was ready to check out.  I asked him if he was going to give me an autograph, but he just smiled at me and didn't answer.  I wandered around a bit more, and when I walked past a counter, he'd turned into Mike circa '68... Nice dream. But I woke up without talking to him again.

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