anatomy of a dream; lion love story
This morning, I dreamed I transported back to my house to find a mob boss taking a bath in my tub. He didn't see me, so I snuck past to hide in my dad's closet. Only I didn't count on said mob boss borrowing my dad's clothes. So he opened the door, saw me there, and hit me over the head a few times with a baseball bat or other baseball-bat-shaped-object to kill me. I am pretty sure this is the only time I have ever died in a dream (that I remember). Unless I was just knocked unconscious. But I felt somehow self-aware of having died. Of course later on (in a separate dream), I was alive again and there was a second mob guy in the house, and apparently I'd already killed the first one (in self defense, of course--"this is my house--I have to defend it!" [name that movie!]), contrary to previous dream-events. It was like my subconscious was like, wait... do-over.
This was one of those dreams I can pinpoint the origin of pretty much every element of the dream (the first part, anyway):
-Mob Wars on facebook (which I added after Matt Greene's third "join my mob!" request, ha ha, but haven't done a single thing with since)
-checking a window in my dad's study and noticing the closet door open (exactly how I found it in the dream)
-the characters on a Desperate Housewives repeat hiding in an "inner room"/closet during a tornado
-mom taking a bath last night
-Star Trek (transporters!)
-a 2-second clip of a bloody bat on an ad for some forensics show (like a real-life one, not CSI)
What this all adds up to is that I am probably watching entirely too much TV. I should get back to reading Anna Karenina, cross-stitching, music, and taking pictures of my cats. That would probably add up to a nicer dream. ...I would probably be a grandma in it, huh.
This morning my mom and I watched the tail end of The View and they had this story about a lion, with a video that looked like a scene out of Disney movie. It made us both cry and reach for tissues.
"Love knows no limits and true friendships last a lifetime" *sniff*
"Christian the Lion" (youtube it if the one I've posted doesn't work)
This was one of those dreams I can pinpoint the origin of pretty much every element of the dream (the first part, anyway):
-Mob Wars on facebook (which I added after Matt Greene's third "join my mob!" request, ha ha, but haven't done a single thing with since)
-checking a window in my dad's study and noticing the closet door open (exactly how I found it in the dream)
-the characters on a Desperate Housewives repeat hiding in an "inner room"/closet during a tornado
-mom taking a bath last night
-Star Trek (transporters!)
-a 2-second clip of a bloody bat on an ad for some forensics show (like a real-life one, not CSI)
What this all adds up to is that I am probably watching entirely too much TV. I should get back to reading Anna Karenina, cross-stitching, music, and taking pictures of my cats. That would probably add up to a nicer dream. ...I would probably be a grandma in it, huh.
This morning my mom and I watched the tail end of The View and they had this story about a lion, with a video that looked like a scene out of Disney movie. It made us both cry and reach for tissues.
"Love knows no limits and true friendships last a lifetime" *sniff*
"Christian the Lion" (youtube it if the one I've posted doesn't work)
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