killingjar

Last night I had a dream wherein I met Sting in a Kmart. I was shopping for something for my apartment, I don’t remember what, and he was hanging out in an aisle, drinking coffee out of an oversized mug. I said hello to him and was about to keep walking—you know, trying not to be a crazed fan, trying to let the man do his Kmart shopping in peace—but then I thought, well, I’d just heard that he’d been diagnosed with cancer (which he hasn’t in real life, as far as I know), and I felt like I should really say something to him about that. So I stopped and asked him how he was doing. Without saying, you know, Hey, how’s that cancer working out for you?

We talked for a few minutes. He was very nice and seemed sort of flattered that I took an interest in his health and well-being. At one point, I said to him, “You know, my mom had ovarian cancer” (which is true in real life). I wanted to talk to him about that, about how I had cared for her (true) and all I learned about cancer and illness and the health care industry from the experience (true), but I didn’t, because I didn’t want to tell him that she had died (sadly, also true). I didn’t want to make him think that he would die, too.

There was more to the dream after that, but I don’t really remember it. I know Sting decided that he liked talking to me and wanted to hang out with me for a while, so we left the store, but from there, it’s kind of a blur.

I have strange dreams all the time, but this is the most interesting one I’ve had in a while.

PS, I met Tabatha Coffey sort of like this in a local Target (for real) a few weeks ago. I told her my husband and I love her TV show, but then did leave her alone, much like I was thinking I should have done with Dream Sting. She was quite lovely and sweet in person.