I'm 48 years old, not a collector or completist, but an emotionally
invested fan since I first heard "I wanna be your lover" on the radio in Cleveland, Ohio in 1979---I was 13. New to the org as I've recently "rediscovered" my Prince love as I reassemble a music collection.



Maybe 20 or 25 years ago, I dreamt I was being picked up for a date. A small sports car rolled up (No, I can't honestly recall if it was a corvette or if it was red) and I got in. What was interesting is that the car rolled up from right to left, so I entered the door that should have been the driver's side, but it wasn't. The driver's side was actually the passenger side (as in Britian).

I was shocked and delighted Prince was at the wheel, and as got in he leaned over the center console and gave me a really full, connected hug--like where you press your whole chest against the other persons--a true embrace. As I wrapped my arms around his back, I felt his skin--there was no back to his shirt--and his back was absolutely covered in sweat. I was just luxuriating in the feeling of my arms in full contact with his sweat soaked back. The end.

It's not nearly the most explicit sex dream I've ever had, but it certainly was the most erotic, sexy, sensual. I treasure it.


Your turn.

Oh man, I've had a few Prince dreams, but I forget most of them (as we all do, some of the best ones get forgotten after 10 minutes of waking up!). I was on anti-depressants for a few years and they're notorious for giving people wacky dreams. I've had weirder ones than this, but the most vivid one I can remember though is one where for some absurd reason me, Prince (Gold experience era) and Mayte (same era) were on one of those fake indoor ski slopes!

And later on, we ended up walking through a multistory car park and chatting about random crap.

So yeah - antidepressants - your life might be shit but at least your dreams arent!

Most of my dreams about Prince involve sparsely attended concerts that take place in very weird places (like a VFW hall or under a viaduct). Somehow I'm there and he's there, but hardly anyone else is.

And then, there was the time he invited me to his house, which had a totally 70s-style kitchen, and made me a peanut butter and bacon sandwich.

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