Lullabelle has a WHOLE new meaning to me now...
I had this dream a few months back and posted it elsewhere. Now I feel it is necessary to post here because this place is PERFECT for it. YAY.
Alright ladies. Get ready because you are going to wish, just like me, that my dream would actually come true. I will do the best I can to recount it. It was amazing. I woke up this morning and couldn't breathe!
I suppose since I had been all kinds of interneting all day yesterday about Hanson that is what spurred my mind to dream. Most of the conversations I had online were about meeting the boys and their experiences with them and I told mine a few times and heard other's as well. I think a lot of the discussion had a lot to do with what happened in some way or another. Here is my MAGNIFICIENT dream.
I think I was walking through a mall, but there was hardly anyone in there at all. I remember maybe one guy walking past me as I crossed to the other side. You know where there are those little things in some malls where there are like rest areas with benches and stuff? Well I was crossing to go to the other side of the hall past one of those things (DESCRIPTION: there were 4 brick bench things that just jutted out of the ground but weren't really benches more than they were 3 1/2 feet tall brick platforms. They were in a square but didn't connect so you could walk through the corners, but it kinda created the look of a stage... or pin... whatever you want to see.) when I saw a person leaning up against one of the walls on the inside of the square. He was looking down at the floor with his ankels crossed just chillin' out. I eyed him, because his hair was gorgeous and I wanted to see his face. Then I realized it was Zac Hanson. Without a second thought I approached him quietly. He was still looking down as I did this, so I kinda stood next to him for a second until he noticed me. I ended up leaning on the 'wall' thing for a minute or two, then he looked up. Then we spoke. He talked calmly and didn't crack a joke or a smile. But he wasn't sad or mad either. Just talked with me. It was one of those dream conversations where you don't know what was being said, but you know how it was going and what is going on.
I know that the whole time we were talking my eyes kept falling back on his gorgeous, kissable, perfect lips. As we talked I noticed that Zac's facial expression didn't change; he wasn't as animated as I've seen him on TV, or in person, or at concerts. He was just talking, kinda in a Johnny Depp-esque way to me. Casually talking about regular things. Maybe about his music... or fandom.... or life... or annoyances of being famous.... maybe he was confiding in me? All of a sudden, from somewhere, Lula Bell starts playing. I get this embarressed feeling in my stomache because I don't want to seem like a squeely fan-girl and sing or talk about how great he is, because he seemed confortable with me and we were just talking like old acquaintences (if that is possibe). But before I say anything he gives me this look that doesn't nesessarily change his expression but signals something and he steps away from the 'wall' to directly in front of me, taking my left hand in his and wrapping his other around my waste. He pulls me close to him, our faces only an inch or two apart, and he begins to lead me in a very ballroom-esque slow dance.
At this point I remember gasping... or saying a surprised "Oh!" when he sweeps me away, but after that I just allowed it to happen. (WHO FREAKING WOULDN'T?!) My right hand rest on his shoulder, and my left hand was (to my utter delight) being carressed by him as he intertwined his fingers in mine, and he lead on. The hand that held my waste moved up my back, bringing my face even closer to his...the sides of our noses touched as he was starring (still serious expressioned) directly into my eyes... and then he bent over and dipped me. He tugged my hand to pull me back up and when I arrived upstraight again my eyes were wide with disbelief and wonder. I remember his eyes softening at this. I could feel myself becoming weaker and weaker... (and let's face, it's a Hanson, I was already weak to begin with)
As the song finished out, our foreheads only an inch apart at most, he continued to stare with that smiless expression deep into my eyes. Then, without warning, his left hand traveled up to my face and his forehead touched mine. His eyes still pierced mine as he came in and kissed me, barrier's broken! "LullaBelle... go...LullaBelle, no...." And he broke the kiss, a sparkling in his eyes, and backed away slowly, leaving me in shock and captivated agony. Just before he turned around to walk away forever, the sides of his lips curled, and for the first time he gave me a smile. The kind only Zac can give, and then he was gone.
THE END
HOLY CRAP!!!!! Dream kissing Zac is amazing... I can't imgaine what REAL kissing him would be like. HOLY COW!
~Audree~
Alright ladies. Get ready because you are going to wish, just like me, that my dream would actually come true. I will do the best I can to recount it. It was amazing. I woke up this morning and couldn't breathe!
I suppose since I had been all kinds of interneting all day yesterday about Hanson that is what spurred my mind to dream. Most of the conversations I had online were about meeting the boys and their experiences with them and I told mine a few times and heard other's as well. I think a lot of the discussion had a lot to do with what happened in some way or another. Here is my MAGNIFICIENT dream.
I think I was walking through a mall, but there was hardly anyone in there at all. I remember maybe one guy walking past me as I crossed to the other side. You know where there are those little things in some malls where there are like rest areas with benches and stuff? Well I was crossing to go to the other side of the hall past one of those things (DESCRIPTION: there were 4 brick bench things that just jutted out of the ground but weren't really benches more than they were 3 1/2 feet tall brick platforms. They were in a square but didn't connect so you could walk through the corners, but it kinda created the look of a stage... or pin... whatever you want to see.) when I saw a person leaning up against one of the walls on the inside of the square. He was looking down at the floor with his ankels crossed just chillin' out. I eyed him, because his hair was gorgeous and I wanted to see his face. Then I realized it was Zac Hanson. Without a second thought I approached him quietly. He was still looking down as I did this, so I kinda stood next to him for a second until he noticed me. I ended up leaning on the 'wall' thing for a minute or two, then he looked up. Then we spoke. He talked calmly and didn't crack a joke or a smile. But he wasn't sad or mad either. Just talked with me. It was one of those dream conversations where you don't know what was being said, but you know how it was going and what is going on.
I know that the whole time we were talking my eyes kept falling back on his gorgeous, kissable, perfect lips. As we talked I noticed that Zac's facial expression didn't change; he wasn't as animated as I've seen him on TV, or in person, or at concerts. He was just talking, kinda in a Johnny Depp-esque way to me. Casually talking about regular things. Maybe about his music... or fandom.... or life... or annoyances of being famous.... maybe he was confiding in me? All of a sudden, from somewhere, Lula Bell starts playing. I get this embarressed feeling in my stomache because I don't want to seem like a squeely fan-girl and sing or talk about how great he is, because he seemed confortable with me and we were just talking like old acquaintences (if that is possibe). But before I say anything he gives me this look that doesn't nesessarily change his expression but signals something and he steps away from the 'wall' to directly in front of me, taking my left hand in his and wrapping his other around my waste. He pulls me close to him, our faces only an inch or two apart, and he begins to lead me in a very ballroom-esque slow dance.
At this point I remember gasping... or saying a surprised "Oh!" when he sweeps me away, but after that I just allowed it to happen. (WHO FREAKING WOULDN'T?!) My right hand rest on his shoulder, and my left hand was (to my utter delight) being carressed by him as he intertwined his fingers in mine, and he lead on. The hand that held my waste moved up my back, bringing my face even closer to his...the sides of our noses touched as he was starring (still serious expressioned) directly into my eyes... and then he bent over and dipped me. He tugged my hand to pull me back up and when I arrived upstraight again my eyes were wide with disbelief and wonder. I remember his eyes softening at this. I could feel myself becoming weaker and weaker... (and let's face, it's a Hanson, I was already weak to begin with)
As the song finished out, our foreheads only an inch apart at most, he continued to stare with that smiless expression deep into my eyes. Then, without warning, his left hand traveled up to my face and his forehead touched mine. His eyes still pierced mine as he came in and kissed me, barrier's broken! "LullaBelle... go...LullaBelle, no...." And he broke the kiss, a sparkling in his eyes, and backed away slowly, leaving me in shock and captivated agony. Just before he turned around to walk away forever, the sides of his lips curled, and for the first time he gave me a smile. The kind only Zac can give, and then he was gone.
THE END
HOLY CRAP!!!!! Dream kissing Zac is amazing... I can't imgaine what REAL kissing him would be like. HOLY COW!
~Audree~