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I had a sad dream. I was living with my family in a small appartment. Not much bigger than the one I live in now. Which made sense in the dream somehow, even though you’d never be able to fit in four people here. But anyway. We had a dog that I loved a lot. A golden retriever I think. And my dad came to me and said that it had gotten too aggressive and we had to get rid of it. Remind you of anything? Yes, Thor of course. And then a little later he said that the rest of the family had to move out. In reality that would have probably been a relief, but in the dream I felt like I was losing my whole family. And then he also said that Magnethe had been acting a little aggressive but he hoped we wouldn’t have to get rid of her. I guess she was our pet in the dream. The last I remember of the dream was putting my arms around Magnethe and hugging her tight and telling her that I didn’t want to lose her. Sad sad.
Other than that there is nothing new to report. A couple of pictures from the playground:
The girls were tied up out back. Fresh new grass for them. Oh I did some bunny chasing too. Normally I only have to do that on “work days”. But yesterday a bunch of kids asked me if I could catch a bunny for them. I was looking for the goats, didn’t know they were out back. Finding no goats, instead I found a bunch of kids standing up against the fence looking at a bunny hopping around on the horses’ little field. They wanted to pet it and they asked me if I could get it for them. So I went to get it, and of course it jumped away. I went after it with the kids yelling “it’s tooo faaast”. Hehe. I did manage to get it and I brought it over to the kids and they proceeded to pet it while I went on in search for the goats.
Good thing it wasn’t one of those psychotic killer bunnies.
September 11th, 2008 at 2:06
And for your information, those goats last spring that charged at me and crashed into my tummy which almost made me rupture my spleen and I fell backwards into some hay that a miniture horse was eating on bucked and jumped over the wire fence and roamed into the parking lot of the child development center while the 3 and 4 year old children along with a 89 year old man with early onset dementia were screaming and running around in circles and my tummy felt so bad I nearly took a dump in my walking shorts while a group of ROTC recruits were helping to calm the 3 and 4 year children and the 89 year old man with early onset dementia by singing songs they had heard were sung in Iraq and as I got up from the hay, brushing myself off while a group of Japanese tourists were snapping away with their Nikon SLR digital cameras, the miniature horse came back, the 89 yeard old man with early onset dementia stopped screaming and the 3 and 4 year old children were calm enough to just sit on the lawn and listen to the ROTC recruits sing as tears ran down their faces…
…and that’s why I refuse to eat carrot cake during a thunder storm in the middle of the week on an even day!
September 11th, 2008 at 15:50
LuisLemmings: now I would have paid good money to see that!
Plume: animal caretaker, bunny chaser, goat scratcher, comic relief, critter photographer. . . you have many duties at the playground! No wonder you’re tired at the end of the day.
September 12th, 2008 at 6:37
I think sad dreams are twice as sad because we don’t censor them. Unlike in real life where sadness is something we try to block or push away, in our dreams, we don’t have that luxery.
Then for the rest of day, that sadness you felt in your dreams haunts you, it shadows you where ever you go. And sometimes the one thing that will make feel better is when someone just hugs and hugs you and will says that everything will be all better.
Most people have that, but a vast majority don’t. So we learn to hug ourselves.
The lucky ones, or not depending on whom you ask, revert to their dreams to make them happy because nothing else in real life can’t.
It’s in those dreams where no one is ever unhappy and the sun is always shining and the stars start to twinkle on the eve twilight.
And when the rains come, the sound lulls you to sleep and the soft splatter of the water makes everything new and clean again.
I’d rather be there, in that dream world where nothing sad happens, than where I’m at now…
September 12th, 2008 at 19:02
LuisLemmings – You should make some kinda broadway show out of that. Or a circus. You’ll probably have to have the goats played by sheep though, so no one gets hurt.
The dream world is a tempting mistress. She often calls me to bed.
Debster – Hey, I’m tired at the beginning of my day too. I wonder what I do in dreams, chase bunnies too? Or being chased by bunnies maybe. Maybe playboy bunnies. With chocolate cakes. Yes, I’d pay good money to dream that!