From Shane C. Collins: Patsy Cline was driving my car, with my girlfriend in the passenger seat. As I walked closer to the car, I leaned in on the passenger side and said, "Is that Patsy Cline?! Oh, my God!" Patsy replied in her low, brassy voice, "Who the hell do you think it is, Shane? Now get in the damned car and shut up!"
From Lisa Flood: At a pajama party with Patsy and some of her fans, she told us to gather around closely, because she wanted to talk to us very seriously about death. She said that there was so much that she wanted to teach her fans about death, that it is nothing to be afraid of. Then I woke up.
From A Fan: I was backstage at one of her concerts with her helping her get ready. She told me I was a great help to her and that we were gonna be friends. She went onstage and sang her heart out. Then after the concert she went to her car, we hugged then said good-bye, and she said she'd call me. When she drove away, waving at me, then I woke up!
From Lisa Flood: The time is the future: early November 1998, and Patsy is coming to town to perform a concert. This will be her last one for awhile, because she wants to go into semi-retirement. The auditorium at which she is going to perform has no proper dressing room, so the suggestion has been made for her to camp out in a nearby office building. Mark Willix, a fellow Patsy fan, lives in the same town as I do in this dream, and is in charge of the tour group while they are in town. I've been asked to make sure the offices are clean and neat for Patsy's arrival. Mark and I are very excited. Since security is tight, there is some question as to whether I'll actually meet Patsy or not, but I am determined to do so. Mark says he can't promise anything, but it is not fair for me to clean the offices and then be forced to leave before she arrives! And arrive she does! She looks like she does on the cover of "Portrait," but she's wearing the blue dress on the "Opry Live" CD (note: she hasn't aged a bit!) After everyone settles in, the boys in her band decide to go to dinner, but Patsy says she isn't hungry and prefers to rest awhile. So the place kind of clears out, and Patsy is sitting at a desk checking out the computer. "How do you work this thing?" she asks. Naturally, I volunteer to demonstrate, and it only seems right that I take her on a tour of all of the Patsy places on the Internet. She just can't believe it, she is so impressed with what everyone has done for her! While we are visiting my site, she has a highly amused look on her face, looks at me, shakes her head, says, "What am I gonna do with you? You're nuts!" I told her she was worth it, and she gave me a hug. The most fun thing was to see Patsy sitting at the computer, mouse in hand, just like all the rest of us!
From Anonymous: Crazy as it sounds (and I could not be more serious), in my dream, I AM Patsy Cline! Also, in another dream, I met Patsy, and all I could do was cry, tears streaming down my cheeks. She thought I was a complete froot loop, and I made a fool of myself. Opened my mouth and couldn't even squeak. Downright embarrassing! That's it!
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