dreamed by Elfmae

We, the BoT girls, were all waiting in a really grotty train station awiting a train that was taking us to see Mr Bob at a gig. The station was horrible, cold, draughty, very smelly and full of undesirables. However, the train came, yer typical non specific loco and we must have boarded it cos the next part of the dream sees us disembarking in a very pretty olde world station, complete with hanging baskets, guardsman and old steam train. Somehow our method of transport had changed from something not even railtrack would use (and that’s saying something) to the Orient express!

This is where things start to get really strange. Robert and an entourage that would make J Lo’s gang look tiny, where there at the station. He did look foxy but was very superstarish with shades and bling bling jewellery…I know I know what was my mind playing at!!! Anyway, a minion then announced that the only way we could get to see our lad was to…now i warn you this is really silly….. see who could jump the highest on a trampoline???? Hello! Robert kinda shuffled as if this was something he REALLY wanted to see…perv! So, we being the either devoted fans we are or the simply doolally, obligded!! BTW I should mention at this point we were all dressed like teenage rock/skate chicks!! Y’know huge boots, hotpants, stripey or fishnet tights, skimpy tops, dreads or BIG hair and lots of make up!!!* The trampoline involved was MASSIVE…I mean really huge and we all got on and stared jumping. I remember me and Carm (Who had really long pigtails in and black lipstick on….not a good look love!) trying to out do 2 other girls…not BoT’ers.

We were getting really pissed off because Bob by this time had ring side seats and was whispering to his companion who was taking scores!!!! I decided enough was enough so I did a twirl/sommersault type fancy manouver (so crap) and just like in a rubbish movie it was in slo mo and EVERYBODIES jaw dropped!!! Bob gently lowered his shades and peered over the top then pointed at me and said ‘Definately her!’ Sorry, but it was so cheesey!

So i got in but i demanded all us BoT’s should be allowed to come too and you were…see I don’t forget me mates. Then we were in a club and whole lotta love was playing and I was giving it lalldy and looked quite hot even though I say so myself. Bob sang ’shake for me girl’ to me and i responded (as you would) and he’d changed from a pimpesque character to the babe we know then I woke up….

I need to stop eating cheese before i go to bed…at least I hope that’s it!

*EDITORIAL REMARK: Your Web Wench knows this needs an editorial remark but, for the moment, is speechless.

dreamed by Lunaluz

Robert was playing a concert in a beautiful ballroom in an elegant hotel. I was there having a fantastic time and enjoying a really wonderful show.

Later in the show, Robert begins Song to the Siren. (I could really hear the song in my dream. Robert singing to me in my sleep, can’t get better than that.) All of a sudden, the right wall of the ballroom starts to slide back (partition between the rooms in the hotel) On the other side of the wall in the next room, an elegant dinner party is going on with high society hoity toity types. Meanwhile, Robert is still singing. A man in a tuxedo appears at the side of the other room, and suddenly introduces Robert to the high society types in a very loud voice. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Mr. Roger Trent!!!” Everyone in the concert room shouts out “NO NO Robert Plant!!! Shhhh Shhhh. Quiet!!!” Because Robert is STILL trying to finish Song to the Siren. Then several people in formal attire, carrying a cello, a violin and other stringed instruments ( your basic stringed quartet) leave the dinner party and enter the concert room. They walk right up to and climb up on the stage just like that with their instruments to begin playing with Robert. Well, Robert had enough of the interruptions and the concert comes to an abrupt halt. Everyone leaves.

Well, I’m so disappointed I’m leaving the hotel and get on an elevator. The elevator stops and there is Robert!!! I’m so overwhelmed and I’m thanking him and telling him how much I love him. I hand him something to autograph. He signs it and returns it to me. It’s not until he leaves the elevator that I realize I had handed him a Steven King novel to sign that I just happened to be carrying???