Bruce Springsteen smiled at me last night…in my dream, that is. In this episode he made an unexpected personal appearance at a charity event I was working at to deliver “Springsteen” tee shirts. Everyone was wild with excitement at seeing the icon, not the least of which was me! He handed me a shirt, smiled and lingered for a moment. I stared at him – speechless – smitten. This was just one of many crush dream episodes I have had over the years starring Bruce as my favorite not-for-real fantasy guy.
Truth be told, many years ago, when I was battling a particularly bad case of boredom, I almost threw it all in to go in search of Bruce. As I sat on my back porch one hot summer afternoon watching my kids play, I got lost in a daydream of packing them into the mini-van and taking a road trip to Rumson. I’d somehow miraculously find his house, knock on his door and say…say…what? What would I say?! That was the dilemma. “Hi, Bruce, here I am, the love of your life, and these are my kids. You’re gonna love us!” I envisioned him immediately leaving his current supermodel girlfriend for plain, old me. (Sure, might happen, right?!) Of course, I never got that far; I never even got into the car, although I did locate Rumson on a New Jersey map.
Many years have passed since that day. My kids are grown. Ironically, the oldest is a teacher at a school located in Rumson near Bruce’s estate. I now have a pretty good idea of where he lives. Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker. I’ve lost the brazen fearlessness I had some 25 odd years ago. I am neither hip nor cool, nor do I resemble a supermodel whatsoever, so what would be the point?
Bottom line is when your life is located in Snoresville, USA, its fun to daydream about being caught up in a glamorous lifestyle with a famous rock superstar. Who doesn’t do this from time to time? (Am I right, ladies?!?) But its even nicer (no harm; no foul) to have that rock star fade in and out of your dreams every now and again to jump start your heart with a smile…heavy sigh….