The Personal Joys of Jolly Roger
I have lots of odd dreams all the time but I guess seeing as I have nothing to do don't want to do anything right now here in the computer lab, I shall recount my dream.
I was trying to finish a four paged essay quite hurriedly when my roommate turned to me and asked me to help her with hers. Then I looked at mine and realized I had to write an entire other page. Oddly enough, the assignment was single spaced. So really it was "two pages," if you want to look at it that way. Unfortunately, I only had fifteen minutes left, but I still had a presentation in my first class (French) so I had to attend that, and skip my later class, hoping I could finish. The schedule in my dream, including my presentation, actually correlated to my actual Wednesday schedule (today).
So then, for some reason, I was in my bathroom at home (still in the same scene with my roommate somehow), and I also had to give a bath to a tiny baby, like a five pound infant. All I remember seeing though, was its head. For some reason, this baby wasn't really quite like an infant, but more like a four year old in manners, because it could communicate with me and understand what I was saying (even though I don't directly recall it actually speaking to me). So, as I said, all I remember is its face, and that it was so soft and warm in my arms. I told it I had to wash it in the sink, because that's what you do with little babies. I covered it in soap bubbles and said sweetly "Close your eyes! Close your eyes! keep them closed and I'm going to wash it all off and you'll be clean." Soap smelled pretty and comforting. Then, suddenly (and none to my upset), I wasn't washing the baby in the sink any longer, but a newborn kitten. Maybe only two weeks old, small enough to fit in one hand, but furry and amazingly adorable. I was washing the kitten in a pool of water in the sink, and once it almost drowned. Then I got it out and dried it, and let it go, as I went to scramble back to my essay. Then I came out into my home living room and saw our three cats Jasmine, Kokomo, and Simba (the artist formally known as Atreyu) playing and rolling on the ground and I saw my tiny baby kitten curled in a ball and dead like he was sleeping. My mom came running out saying, where is Kokomo? Is he gone where is he? And I told her no, Kokomo is okay, he's right here, but Mom, look, the poor kittens are dead. There were two dead baby kittens now, and the others were batting at them as if they were toy balls, as if they didn't know they were cats. I said to my mom, make them stop, they shouldn't be doing that.
Then some vagueness and I woke up.
I was trying to finish a four paged essay quite hurriedly when my roommate turned to me and asked me to help her with hers. Then I looked at mine and realized I had to write an entire other page. Oddly enough, the assignment was single spaced. So really it was "two pages," if you want to look at it that way. Unfortunately, I only had fifteen minutes left, but I still had a presentation in my first class (French) so I had to attend that, and skip my later class, hoping I could finish. The schedule in my dream, including my presentation, actually correlated to my actual Wednesday schedule (today).
So then, for some reason, I was in my bathroom at home (still in the same scene with my roommate somehow), and I also had to give a bath to a tiny baby, like a five pound infant. All I remember seeing though, was its head. For some reason, this baby wasn't really quite like an infant, but more like a four year old in manners, because it could communicate with me and understand what I was saying (even though I don't directly recall it actually speaking to me). So, as I said, all I remember is its face, and that it was so soft and warm in my arms. I told it I had to wash it in the sink, because that's what you do with little babies. I covered it in soap bubbles and said sweetly "Close your eyes! Close your eyes! keep them closed and I'm going to wash it all off and you'll be clean." Soap smelled pretty and comforting. Then, suddenly (and none to my upset), I wasn't washing the baby in the sink any longer, but a newborn kitten. Maybe only two weeks old, small enough to fit in one hand, but furry and amazingly adorable. I was washing the kitten in a pool of water in the sink, and once it almost drowned. Then I got it out and dried it, and let it go, as I went to scramble back to my essay. Then I came out into my home living room and saw our three cats Jasmine, Kokomo, and Simba (the artist formally known as Atreyu) playing and rolling on the ground and I saw my tiny baby kitten curled in a ball and dead like he was sleeping. My mom came running out saying, where is Kokomo? Is he gone where is he? And I told her no, Kokomo is okay, he's right here, but Mom, look, the poor kittens are dead. There were two dead baby kittens now, and the others were batting at them as if they were toy balls, as if they didn't know they were cats. I said to my mom, make them stop, they shouldn't be doing that.
Then some vagueness and I woke up.