I always feel a bit better after a weird dream. . .
I always feel a bit better after a weird dream, because that's more normal for me. Now, not of it was a weird nightmare, which I have, too. However, a weird dream, yes.
I had a weird dream last night.
My dad came home with a butterfly because I was supposed to butterfly sit for somebody that we knew. So, my dad hands me this huge butterfly while I am sitting in the living room. It seems to have two sets of wings. They are extremely colorful. The top set has this bright pink around the edges and the pattern is that of a monarch butterfly with the lines inside, but they are all kinds of bright colors. The wings underneath are a dark blue on the top and tan on the bottom, causing it to look like the top wings have an outline of dark blue around the bright pink.
Now, it doesn't come with any type of a box or a cage. It just flies or rests on my arm, hand, or finger. However, every time it is on me, it's legs tend to poke me and hurt me, so I find it difficult to work with the butterfly.
My dad tells me that it is pregnant and that I'd have to take care of it. I go into our kitchen and set it down next to the sink. Both basins are empty, but this doesn't matter at first. I find two little old containers from butter and in one, I put honey for the butterfly to eat. I'm about to fill the other with water.
Then, in my dream, both basins for the sink are suddenly filled with water. The butterfly has laid its eggs. The thing is, they look like shredded wheat wrapped tightly into long bundles. They were liked smashed cylinders.
I reach in when I see one of the little bundles coming unwrapped. My dad tells me that it is okay, but that I'll have to watch the butterfly because often they will eat their own eggs.
I watch to make sure that the butterfly does not try to eat its own eggs. This little egg keeps unraveling and suddenly the little thing coming out of it grows quite large, about the size of a large potato, and it is a huge bright pink lizard! Briana comes in and plays with the lizard and then the others start hatching, too.
My dad then tells me that since they are hatching, I need to protect the butterfly because the babies might eat it.
So, I take the butterfly into the living room. It lands on me a few times (I talk to it and tell it that it hurts) and on the arm of the chair where I am sitting. Then, while it is on the arm of the chair, it just seems to wilt. I get down on the floor and turn the wings over and over trying to see if the butterfly is still alive.
My dad comes into the living room and walks over to me. He flips the wings in a certain way and says, "Yep, it's dead." I look up at him and he says, "It's common after they give birth."
The dream ends there and apparently Briana is still in the kitchen playing with bright pink lizards.
Stein Auf!
Bridget
I had a weird dream last night.
My dad came home with a butterfly because I was supposed to butterfly sit for somebody that we knew. So, my dad hands me this huge butterfly while I am sitting in the living room. It seems to have two sets of wings. They are extremely colorful. The top set has this bright pink around the edges and the pattern is that of a monarch butterfly with the lines inside, but they are all kinds of bright colors. The wings underneath are a dark blue on the top and tan on the bottom, causing it to look like the top wings have an outline of dark blue around the bright pink.
Now, it doesn't come with any type of a box or a cage. It just flies or rests on my arm, hand, or finger. However, every time it is on me, it's legs tend to poke me and hurt me, so I find it difficult to work with the butterfly.
My dad tells me that it is pregnant and that I'd have to take care of it. I go into our kitchen and set it down next to the sink. Both basins are empty, but this doesn't matter at first. I find two little old containers from butter and in one, I put honey for the butterfly to eat. I'm about to fill the other with water.
Then, in my dream, both basins for the sink are suddenly filled with water. The butterfly has laid its eggs. The thing is, they look like shredded wheat wrapped tightly into long bundles. They were liked smashed cylinders.
I reach in when I see one of the little bundles coming unwrapped. My dad tells me that it is okay, but that I'll have to watch the butterfly because often they will eat their own eggs.
I watch to make sure that the butterfly does not try to eat its own eggs. This little egg keeps unraveling and suddenly the little thing coming out of it grows quite large, about the size of a large potato, and it is a huge bright pink lizard! Briana comes in and plays with the lizard and then the others start hatching, too.
My dad then tells me that since they are hatching, I need to protect the butterfly because the babies might eat it.
So, I take the butterfly into the living room. It lands on me a few times (I talk to it and tell it that it hurts) and on the arm of the chair where I am sitting. Then, while it is on the arm of the chair, it just seems to wilt. I get down on the floor and turn the wings over and over trying to see if the butterfly is still alive.
My dad comes into the living room and walks over to me. He flips the wings in a certain way and says, "Yep, it's dead." I look up at him and he says, "It's common after they give birth."
The dream ends there and apparently Briana is still in the kitchen playing with bright pink lizards.
Stein Auf!
Bridget