I LIKE DREAMING

I LIKE DREAMING

"I Like Dreaming, cause dreaming can make you mine, I like holding you close, touching your skin, even if it's in my mind".

That was Kenny Nolan's only hit in the mid 70's. It meant more to me than you would ever imagine. First let me jump out here and say I love soft rock music, easy listening, 70's love songs, I guess you could say I'm a softy.

I was 12 yrs old in 77', the youngest of 4 boys living in a sleepy little Mississippi town. We lived in Cannonade apartments, the kid across the breeze-way from our apartment's name was "Bo Bo", he was 10 and we were pals. He'd come to my apartment on Wednesday nights to watch "Charlies Angels", because we both were madly in love with Farrah Fawcett Majors.

For me it was more than a crush, I was going through puberty and Farrah was the first woman that did it for me, if you know what I mean. I owned every photograph of this woman, I knew every bump, curve, curl of hair and shape of that damn poster! It was the picture that turned me into a boy on a mission.

The mission? I wanted to live with Farrah Fawcett Majors. I daydreamed of running away to Hollywood and finding Farrah's apartment door. Of course she had an apartment door, doesn't everyone? I just knew if she answered the door she would feel sorry for me, take me in and eventually I would see her naked and my life would be complete.

I saved my allowance for months on end to buy every Farrah item I could find. Posters, pillows, pillow cases, sheets, drinking cups and mugs, Tiger Beat magazines were my Playboy.... I was a sick little kid. I dreamed all the time about this woman.

I found out that her birthday was in February and I wanted to send her something nice. So in one of the Tiger Beat mags I found her fanmail address and had my Mom help me put a package together for the love of my young life.

I saw that she played tennis in several episodes of Charlies Angels and in many pictures I had on my wall, she was wearing tennis wear and I thought a new tennis racket and balls would be perfect. So I find the cheapest racket and balls at the Dollar store and asked my Mom to drive me to Cleggs Stereo city on the downtown square, I had one more present for her to buy, the 45 record of Kenny Nolan's " I Like Dreaming". This was our love song and I knew in my soul if she heard the words of this song she would understand how I felt and she would love me back.

I mailed the package to the address in late November 1977 and waited for her to call and tell me to come to Hollywood so I could live with her. I'm 43 years old now and I still haven't heard from Farrah.

I wonder sometime if she ever received my letter and gifts. I wonder sometime how many other pubescent males had the same dreams I had about her. I wonder if my life would had been different, if say for instance, I was infatuated with Kate Jackson. I guess I'll never know.

You know who I dream about now? Sara Evans....she's a country singer with very nice curves. I don't have any pictures of her on my wall, I've never seen her play tennis and I don't think my wife would like it too much if I told her I wanted to runaway to Nashville to live with Sara.

" I like dreaming...cause dreaming can make you mine....."

Peace,

JM