#18: A Rihanna Music Video? (Dream)

Had a new Rihanna dream. In it, Rihanna and Jay Z were shooting a music video. It was for a song I had never heard of. I don't remember most of the lyrics, but in part of Jay Z's rap, he said something like "set it up". Rihanna's hair was like her Rated R hairstyle. She was dressed with a snapback and jeans, giving her a slight tomboyish look. They were standing at the end of some hallway next to the side door in some hotel. The walls were light grey-powder blue. At the beginning of the dream, Rihanna was in front of the camera and said "this is how Aaliyah would do it" and she made two A's with her hands and put them up. (It was like I was watching a BTS video, and I remembered thinking 'yesss bitch you betta!') Anyways, after that she chuckled and then started singing/dancing behind Jay Z or whatever lol. At one point in the dream, her choreographer was trying to get Rihanna to do this moonwalk type move; she said "do this up against the wall," and she slid her feet back until she hit the wall. Rihanna was like "I can't moonwalk!" but tried the move anyway and succeeded. That was all I got to before I was rudely awaken by my phone going off -__-. Anyways, I'm glad I had this dream. What I loved the most was when Rihanna shouted out Aaliyah because I love them both very much :) This was the first time that I had a dream that I wasn't directly in. Also, I've never had an Aaliyah dream befor e, but this takes me one step closer.

#17: Rihanna at the Restaurant

SO i had yet another dream about Rihanna last night. This one was shorter. But in the dream, Rihanna was sitting at this picnic bench with food. It was night time, and she had black hair. I was also sitting at the same table with my brothers. Rihanna was on the opposite side of the bench in the middle, and I was sitting across her to the right, my bros sitting to the left of me. The table was covered with a white cloth, and food that Rihanna ordered were on the table.
I looked at the table and there were two plates of salad, one plate looked picked over, and the other plate was next to Rih. Rihanna was eating a sandwich, like a grilled ham sandwich or something. I looked at the picked over plate of salad then back at Rih and shook my head, thinking how could she just waste food. She looked at me. I whispered to her, "what was on this plate?" I pointed at the plate. Her eyes got big, then relaxed. She said "It was a salad. I asked them to give me a new one because it wasn't fresh." I replied "Oh..." and that was the end to the dream.
Random right? Like wtf does that even mean? smh lol. I just know we were talking mad low, like we were legit whispering. and it's funny, because when I met her for real that one time, I was talking really low, but she heard me. I see I'm going to have to look up the meaning of salad now, lol

#16: Meeting Rihanna Again (Dream)

Had the cutest dream about Rih. I dreamed I met her again, this time at a basketball game. I was with my family, sitting at the back of the lower level, and she was sitting at the front. The whole game, I was trying to get close to her by moving to seats down the rows. At one point she left the main floor and went out the double doors to the hallway; I tried to follow, but there were a bunch of security guards when I peeked out the door so I decided to go back in. I kept changing seats until I was right behind her. I whispered to my mom “Rihanna is right there.” Then I moved one last time. The row of seats in front of her were facing her, (like how metro seats are), so I sat in the one directly across from her. But I sat backwards in the chair facing the court, as a group of ladies was there talking. There was 2 minutes and 9 seconds left on the clock. I glanced back and Rihanna was looking at the ladies talking, so I turned around and faced her. She was wearing this dress: and she had her hair and make up styled as it was at the Grammys:
I whispered “Rih” two times and she directed her attention at me. She smiled sweetly and said “hi”. I said “hi, I know you probably don’t remember but I’ve met you before.” She said “Oh?” and I said “Yeah. I’d show you the pic on my phone but the game’s not over.” Her eyes got big and she asked “is it halftime yet?” I assumed she asked because she was wanted to get up, leave and talk with me some more. :) That was as far as I got to in the dream because my phone’s continuous beeping signaling its death woke me up -_-. But I know if I continued the dream, this is what would happen:

After the game, we’d go out into the lobby and I’d pose for a pic w/ her again, preferably a kiss one. I’d show her the old pic and she’d probably laugh about it, you know how she is; she’d be like “Haaa, I remember that red hair” AND THEN I would ask her, TO HER FACE to follow me on twitter! To her face this time, not write it on a piece of paper in hopes that she’ll read it. Then I’d say goodbye and she’d kiss me again :)

No secret as to why I had yet another Rihanna dream. The battle within me to redeem myself. I WANT that follow from Rihanna on twitter, like you don't understand. And I feel like even if I have to see her again and tell her to her face, it has to happen. She never sees my tweets on twitter, and if she does, she just ignores them. I'll never be happy until she follows me. I can't give up. Yes, I'm that pressT.

Star Struck: When I Met Rihanna

Full of energy, I walked out the double doors having just seen Rihanna live in concert. While the majority of concert-goers exited out the building, I stayed with my friend; we had VIP passes that granted us access to meet Rihanna and take a picture with her after the show. Knowing that we would have to wait a while to meet her, I told my friend to wait while I went to the bathroom. The line to the bathroom was long, but I wanted to check my appearance one more time before meeting one of my favorite performers. Glancing in the mirror, I smoothed out my gray-green tunic, un-bunching it from up top, where it met my sleeveless white ribbed shirt underneath; I pulled it firmly over my black leggings that extended into my black high-top Converse shoes. The little curl that I once had in my freshly flat ironed hair had fallen, and my hair brushed the sides of my face. I must have been in the bathroom for a long time, because by the time I came out, the hallway was completely empty, like a deserted ghost town. Slightly worried, my friend told me to come on and we walked to the area where we were supposed to meet up with other VIP pass holders. A contractor stopped us, and asked to see our tickets. We showed her our tickets and passes, and she gave us a green sticker to place on our clothes to indicate that we belonged with the group. The lady then pointed us in the right direction.

We ended up on a skywalk near a flight of stairs where personnel lined us up against the wall as we waited for Rihanna. Leaning against the wall, I stared down at my feet sheepishly while my friend talked to other fans. Slowly the line moved forward, and as it progressed, I looked over the skywalk. A sea of storage chests full with Rihanna’s outfits flooded the ground below. The line kept moving forward and down the stairs and finally Rihanna was ready to greet her fans. The meet and greet line moved very fast, and before I had a chance to figure out my emotions at that point, I was the next person in line to meet her.

Rihanna was standing in front of a large black banner that displayed a silhouette of her “LOUD” era “R” logo. The moment I looked at her, everything around me went gray and turned to white noise; the only thing that mattered was she and I. It was as if time stopped and we were the only ones in motion. I was in a daze, and I couldn’t believe that I was going to meet her in that moment. She was wearing white Keds, a black and red striped jersey dress, and had red curly hair and pink lip gloss. She greeted me, saying “Thanks for coming.”

In response I said “Hi” then stepped forward and immediately went in for a hug. I knew my time with her would be short, and I would not be able to say all that I wanted to say to her. So in preparation, I had a letter in my pocket detailing my feelings for her, and expressed my appreciation for her in that hug. I didn’t smile, I didn’t cry, and I had no emotions at that point. I just wanted to show my affection towards her in the best way I knew, so I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and hugged her close. With this warm hug, I hoped to express my appreciation for her and her music.

She must have sensed the warm feelings because in response she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in even tighter. The scent of her perfume danced along my nasal passages and I laid my head against her chest, inhaling the pleasant aroma. We embraced in that hug for about ten seconds, but to me it felt like an hour.
Despite this blissful moment, a part of me wanted to pull away slightly because I only intended my hug as just an embrace; I didn’t want to pose for my picture like that. I wanted a picture of her kissing me on the cheek, but, of course, I didn’t tell her this. I just turned my head towards the photographer, smiled slightly, and my photo was taken.



After the picture was taken, I began to feel a little anxious, because I knew that I would be rushed along so the next person in line could get her picture. In an attempt to buy more time, I asked her if she was sticking around after she was done greeting all her fans. Slightly taken aback, Rihanna said “Maybe,” cocking her head to the side and looking down at me as if judging my intentions. Her powerful hazel eyes peered deep into mine, making me vulnerable.

Feeling small and inferior to the renown popstar, I looked up at her and said quietly, “I have a note that I want to give you.”

“You can give it to me now,” she said, and reached her hand out to accept it. I pulled a folded piece of paper out of my pocket and handed it to her. That piece of paper contained a letter of my appreciation towards her on one side, and a portrait of her on the other. The letter explained how her music has helped me cope with certain situations, how I admire her strength and her ability to maintain her composure even in difficult situations, and how she has had an influence in my daily life. The portrait I drew was a modified-contour pencil drawing of her face.
After I gave it to her, the world went back to normal, the white noise became dominant and our little intimate moment was over. As I began to walk away, Rihanna unexpectedly grabbed me and pulled me in for one last hug and kissed me softly on the cheek. Before I realized what had just happened, my time was up and the next person was already posing for her picture.

Initially the day after the concert, I felt ecstatic knowing that I got the chance to meet Rihanna. I felt special because out of all the fans she met that night, she kissed me. Even though I didn’t confess my feelings to her face, I knew it was all contained within the letter I wrote her. The next couple of days, I checked my Twitter anxiously waiting to see if she would appear in my “followers” list. But as the days went by, she never followed or tweeted me about the letter, so I knew something was wrong. In my letter, I left my Twitter username and asked for her to follow me. I didn’t ask that just because I wanted a follow; it was there as proof so that if she read my letter, she would then be prompted to log on to Twitter and follow me as a read receipt.


It has been months since the meet and greet, and I’m upset that she still hasn’t followed me. I know it wasn’t because she didn’t want to, because she’s followed other people on Twitter who have asked her at the meet & greets. I have no idea what happened to the letter I gave her, whether she threw it away, misplaced it, or someone took it from her and never gave it back. It just hurts to know that she is unaware of how much she means to me. I’m not one to disclose my true feelings often; I usually keep my feelings to myself. For her to disregard them, it just breaks my heart. I feel like I opened my heart to her, and she pull it out of my chest and stomped on it. The one thing that would make it seem better is if she followed me on Twitter. I want the follow so I could lie to myself and say, “Yeah, she read my letter, that’s why she follows.”

Every now and then she goes on a following spree and follows a couple of fans on Twitter; unfortunately, it’s never me. No matter how many times I tweet her, or get other fans to tweet her on my behalf, she never notices. I don’t know what hurts the most; the fact that she never read my letter, or that she still hasn’t followed me on Twitter. I know that if I never went to the concert, or did a meet and greet with her, I wouldn’t feel this way. My expectations wouldn’t be so high. But because I have, I’ve grown emotionally attached to her. I think that I deserve a follow because I’ve proven that I’m a dedicated fan by going to her concert, meeting her, and purchasing her music.

If I could, I would re-do that moment over again and actually unfold the letter in her face and point to it, making sure she saw the part I wrote concerning Twitter. This whole experience has left me with a slew of feelings about Rihanna. I love her, I really do, and it’s not fair for me to hold her accountable for not reading my letter, as anything could have happened outside of her control. She loves her fans and never passes up an opportunity to interact with them whether that is on the street or on Twitter. But a part of me fears that I was nothing but a consumer to her. I paid a lot for that opportunity, and though I’m grateful, I wish things could have gone as I planned. I hope she follows me on Twitter soon so that I can be content.

#14: Rihanna the Poet (Teacher)

This morning I woke up from my slumber confused; I dreamt of Rihanna and for the first couple of minutes I thought this dream was a distant memory, that it actually happened. So after I realized that this was actually a dream, I had to write it down. This is what happened:

I had this awesome dream that Rihanna was my poetry teacher for the semester at school. Everyone in the class was sitting on the floor; the floors and walls were white.

Rihanna came in and sat down on these steps/bleachers. Everyone gathered around her, sitting on the floor. People were awestruck but didn't say anything, neither did she. She had her Rated R haircut and was wearing a black shirt. Her shirt had white lettering and I think it said Rihanna Navy though I'm not sure and she was wearing a small necklace/chain. She began her lecture. I was sitting at the end of the group, I sat on the far right, my right, at the front closest to Rihanna. While she was lecturing, sometimes she would turn my direction and look straight at me, in my eyes. It felt awesome! lol :)

An administrator came in the class and made sure that Rihanna was verified to work there and then left, leaving behind 3 girls who were supposed to be in the class. One girl was wearing a Rihanna "Hard" shirt. Rihanna looked up at her, saw the shirt, pointed to it and said "oh" then smiled. And then the 3 girls sat around Rih, right in front of me -_-. You know I was mad. Two of the girls' heads were in the way of my view of Rih so obnoxiously I said to them "can yall move out the way? I can't see". lol Then my friend Jessica was sitting next to me on my right started laughing. We both started stretching out our legs and she saw how long my legs looked when i stretched them out so she scooted up to try and make hers look longer. By then Rih had moved and sat on the floor with us near our feet on Jessica's right so I told Jessica to chill because I was afraid she would hit Rih with her feet lol.

The scene switched and I had left the classroom and went outside behind the school. It was night time, and I ran out onto the field where there were a long row of blue lockers where our school records were located. I ran past them thinking of the past and then I went down some steps and ran around the corner before stopping and coming back in the school. When I came back I saw Chris Smith -_- (this guy i don't like) and he asked me where my friend Tonna was and I said idk and I asked where his locker was and he said it was in the B building.

I went back into the classroom and this time the look of it changed, the walls were tan and there were desks, like those desks with the space in them from back in elementary school. I had a grocery cart with me filled with i guess books and I couldnt get it to fit through the rows of the desks, so I had to pass Rih's teacher's desk which was on the opposite wall. I smiled sheepishly at her and she smiled back and followed me with her eyes as I walked past her desk. I sat all the way in the last row in the second to last desk. I was counting money on top of the last desk for a fundraiser or something like that. And my friend Minlow was there, everyone was laughing at him for some reason, I think he accidentally bumped the desk lol but I told him to go up and talk to Rih.

That's all I can remember about what happened in the dream. It was really long. And it felt soooo real, like I said when I woke up I felt it was a memory instead of dream. She really looked and acted like a teacher. I mean, she was Rihanna, still a singer but she never addressed that in the dream. I think I had this dream because last night I was watching a bunch of Rihanna videos, but still doesn't explain why she had the Rated R cut and not her current hairstyle *kanye shrug*. But even though I never actually heard her speak poetry I know it was a poetry class she was teaching.
I think because I just finished my first week of classes for the semester the academic view point in the dream was present. But how awesome would it be if Rihanna really was a poet? lol I wish she would write her own songs. I do miss the Rated R era Rihanna though, how she sung about real shit that she was going through or had went through. Her songs on that album had depth, meaning and are waaaay better than the shallow raunchy sex songs she has now on her Talk That Talk album. I didn't really care for that.
Maybe this means she'll start writing her own songs or maybe cut her hair again :) I'd love either one lol