My Jimmy Fallon Tonight Show Dream

I dreamed I was married to Jimmy Fallon and we decided I should take over the Tonight Show for a while because he wanted to be home with the kids.  We left to go to taping and rehearsals, and when we returned, someone’s 98 year old Grandpa was waiting outside, and he was cantankerous.  After we got inside, my mother called to inform me that 98 year old Grandpa just got dropped off because he was being too naughty during the Superbowl.  Then, the doorman alerts Jimmy that my Aunt Donna has arrived.  She was pretty famous in my dream, and as I was letting her in, Jimmy had all the kids’ friends dress up in costumes to greet her when she walked in.  There were about 20 costumed kids in the living room.  Aunt Donna was showing us gifts she had bought for my cousins.  A guy who was with her claimed to be one of my cousins, but the jury is still out on that one.  Aunt Donna said she missed working and I said “Well, I can get you a gig on The Tonight Show.”


The greatest man I ever knew

Lived at 414 Richmond Avenue.

LaGrange Park, IL was the town

Where this man so world renown

In the beautiful ballroom would entertain

When he wasn’t driving the Sante Fe Train.

He would play the guitar and he would sing.

When he tickled the ivories, he made them ring.

Friends and family would gather around

Just so they could hear the sound

Of the piano playing and the songs he sung.

I’d sit right by him, I was so young.

I was amazed and perhaps in awe

Of this great man, Harry Roland, my grandpa.

Sometimes he’d do little magic tricks,

I’d watch real close because he was quick.

Then I’d look at him and say

“Grandpa, how’d you do that anyway?”

And, of course, he wouldn’t tell,

Not wanting to break his magic spell.

He loved entertaining everyone.

He was so cool and so much fun.

I remember we went for ice cream one day,

We stopped at the bank along the way.

The teller said she’d like one too,

So he dropped her ice cream at the drive thru.

I guess, at heart, he was a big kid

Who enjoyed life and all he did.

But grandpa was also very wise.

I could always go to him for advice.

He lived life to the fullest, right up to the end.

He was my hero, confidant, friend.

Then one day my grandpa was gone.

He’d played his last tune, sung his last song.

He was very unique in his own way

And I love and miss him still to this day.

I carry his memory deep in my heart,

So we’ll never be truly apart.

And if I close my eyes I can see

Grandpa at the piano, singing to me.

Written by Taffy OKelly 5-17-1999

Wise old owl in a tree dream

This dream starts with me trying to call my mom on the phone.  It’s important that I speak to her because I am calling in sick for work.  The person on the other end of the phone tells me to find the wise old owl in the tree and I will find my mom.   I walk and walk until I come to this huge tree on the property of what appears to be a farm of some sort.  This old owl pops his/her head out of the hole at the top of a mighty oak and tells me my mom has been in the tree with the owl for some time and is now one with the tree.  While I can’t see my mom, I talk to her and hear her speaking back to me, although I don’t recall what was said.

After speaking to my mom, the owl disappears and I am in a barn of sorts, and there are people everywhere.  It seems they are there for some sort of festivity and I see my siblings, my dad, my kids, and my grandkids.  I look out the big barn door and see my youngest grandson with my daughter.  They are all dressed up, B in a little shirt and tie, looking like a little man.  He comes and sits in my lap outside the barn on the grass, and we fall over laughing.  He tells me he is going to a party at the house across the way.  Then, his grandpa comes out from behind a house dressed in a white tank top and a black mesh shirt (NOT a good look) and old ripped jeans.  I send B off with his momma and say to his grandpa “You know, years ago I would have been afraid to say this, but not anymore.  Where the hell did you get that outfit?  You look like an 80’s lipsyncer, or someone in an Olivia Newton John video.  You look terrible.  You will never keep a woman dressed in a fishnet shirt, what the hell were you thinking?  Now go dress like a man and stop embarrassing yourself.”