Strange dreams...
My strangest dreams often happen in the late mornings, when I sleep later than 7:30, and have to get up for the dogs or a wee or whatever. I don't often blog about my dreams. They're very odd, and often times puzzle me with the details.
This morning's dream was particularly odd. Subtracting all the odd lead-up, the end was very odd. I was beating on a large oak gothic-style dining table with a flat piece of wood with a handle, similar to a kendo practice sword. As I was thumping the table, shouting at the top of my lungs, I realized that all the items on the table were jumping wildiy about from the force of my voice and blows. I dropped the stick/sword/thingy and reached out to settle the objects before I knocked them all down. As my hands came into contact with a very large covered bowl, I realized there was something horribly wrong inside. I lifted the lid to discover it was filled with sand. I brushed away the sand and revealed a small, stuffed, red and blue and orange (typical colors) Chinese dragon. (Stuffed as in taxidermied, if that's a word.) At first, a massive lump rose in my throat; I thought the dragon had been hatched in the sand-filled bowl, and my thumping had killed it. But then I realized it was already dead, and my gorge rose. Throughly disgusted that someone would have a dragon stuffed for display, I continued to dig it out of the sand. As I scooped the sand out onto the table the dragon changed into a fluffy grey tabby kitten, also dead. I started crying and pulled it out of the sand, cradling it in my hands. I brushed the sand off, and when that didn't get enough of it off the kitten's dear dead little face, I brought it close to my lips and blew hard to get the rest off. At the touch of my breath, the kitten began to stir. I almost dropped it in surprise as the kitten came back to life and let out a little mew. I set the kitten down on the table and it immediately began wandering around exploring, as kittens are wont to do. I was watching it in bemusement when Jer woke me up to say goodbye
I'm glad Jer had enough time to cuddle with me in bed before work this morning. That went a long way to salving my bruised emotional state following that dream. I wuv you, Bear.
Then I found out that Pavarotti died this morning, and now I feel all woogy again.