For some reason, I'm having crazy dreams this week. I've been really restless, really anxious; and yet I haven't a clue why. And has anyone else noticed the excess carnage of skunks on the roadsides this year? The skunk must be the new rabbit... their breeding needs to be controlled.
Anyway. A couple of nights ago, I had a dream circa 3 a.m. in which I was in the yard of these people who used to be my neighbors when I was a kid. There was a rabid skunk coming for me and no matter how quiet I was, I couldn't get away from the damn thing. It kept creeping toward me with that skittish little hop...freaked me the hell out. I bolted upright in bed, went to get a cherry coke out of the fridge, and laid back down. A couple hours later, I'm still tossing about, and I hear the newscaster talking about a lady who keeps skunks as pets. WTF? I had to watch. This woman had SEVEN skunks. SEVEN. Again, WTF?
Finally, around 5:30 a.m., I believe I dozed off again. This time, I had a dream that I've had once before, and once again, I have no clue where it originated. I'm on a bus with a bunch of prostitutes and we're going to a camp in a woods, which looks a lot like Hugh Hefner's mansion. Their chief mistress realizes I'm not "one of them," and starts talking smack to me. I tell her off in an arrogant manner and she just stares at me because she doesn't know what to say. When I get off the bus at the mansion, someone yells for me to go talk to Mr. K, who is a professor where I go to college. One of the other prostitutes hands me a slinky black dress and tells me I have to wear it to the "evening event." I tell her I have my own clothes, thank you very much. I proceed to put on a form-fitting, purple velvet dress and look in a mirror. Then I'm walking down the hallway. Somehow, though, I get locked in a room with a freaky fat guy who thinks I'm a prostitute. I scream until I wake myself up.
The third time I get back to sleep and dream, I am at a friend's house. She just moved to Avon, and in the dream, we're still in the process of moving her stuff. I had a dream last week that I got caught smoking at the house she just moved from, but this time we were actually at her new house. I ask her where Clayton is and she tells me she doesn't know. I look up just in time to see him step into a well on the far side of her living room. I hear a thud as he hits the cement bottom, so I rush down two flights of stairs until I get to him at the bottom. He's fine, and I wake up.
Interpretations, anyone?
1 comment:
Stand as tall as Atticus Finch and put a hole in that there rabid skunk.
How about them there Zags?
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