I had some odd dreams last night. We had a big dog who somehow got loose from our house and promptly tangled with a giant skunk, as big as he was. Got sprayed, and for some reason, I’m out there in the middle of the night trying to hose the skunk funk off of the dog, and the dog just wants to come in. Also, so did the skunk, who started behaving himself once he saw the dog begging to come in.
And I inherited an apartment with a cat who didn’t like me, but the cat could talk and was smart and funny. After a while we got along okay on an arms’ length basis. The cat still didn’t like me, but it was okay.
That’s very odd. Not sure what it means, but it reminds me of an old Sears Optical ad in which a shortsighted woman mistakes a raccoon for her cat and invites it to spend the night in her house:
https://youtu.be/bfYpJNaxPrQ
Maybe I like it so much because it hits rather close to home…
I suppose I must dream, but I almost never remember them, which is probably why, when I do, they’re for life. I clearly recall one from when I was still in college (I must have been worried about midterms or final exams) in which a performance of Hamlet was taking place in my driveway. All the actors were cereal boxes that had grown arms, legs, and mouths. While it was happening in my dream I found nothing strange about it at all.
I woke up two minutes before my alarm would have gone off. It’s times like that I remeber dreams. Most of the time it’s hellfire and coffee haze to get a morning started around here.