In which I invent wildlife
Last night I dreamed that Kathy and I had gone to visit her mother in Florida, and for some reason, we'd taken all the animals with us. She and her mom had kind of semi-ditched me to go sightseeing, and I was stuck watching all the animals... on the beach, for reasons that made sense in the dream.
And then suddenly it was the middle of the night, and I was waking up in the house where we were staying because Kathy and her mother had finally gotten home, and there was a random guy with them who was apparently some distant cousin or something, and an expert on Florida wildlife. I was trying to round up all the animals, who were wandering around (we seemed to have a lot more than three.) We were in some sort of enclosed back porch used for storage, and I noticed that Bo was pawing at his face. Random Guy pointed out a humongous black and yellow spider, which he said was the extremely poisonous Florida Jumping Recluse Spider, and Bo had been bitten by it. Random Guy poked at the spider to make it demonstrate its jumping abilities.
So I ran around frantically trying to get Bo into the car, find the address of an emergency vet that was open at three in the morning, and avoid the spider, which was annoyed and leaping at people's faces. I was annoyed too, because everyone else was utterly without urgency about the fact that my dog had been poisoned, damn it. As I was perusing the phone book for vet clinics and having a lot of trouble reading it* I "woke up" and I was standing at a table with Kathy in a bright sunshiny room at noon (and still looking at a list of things, but it was a shopping list or something) and I realized it had all been a dream. We had the whole "Ha ha, thank God that was a dream!" conversation... and then I REALLY woke up, because Bo had jumped on the bed and wanted me to pet him.
*I heard once that you couldn't read in dreams, and I said, "Pish, I read in dreams all the time!" But when I actually paid attention to what I was doing in dreams when I thought I was reading, I discovered that I wasn't, really. Text oozed and morphed, and I wasn't truly reading words in sequence, just kind of... absorbing meaning. Often I'd start out 'reading' something and then the dream would segue into me experiencing whatever the story I was supposed to be reading was.
So I determined that I would learn to read in dreams. I have no idea how I managed it, but when I had to read things in dreams from then on, I concentrated on making the letters stand still and recognizing individual words in order. And now I can really-truly read words, numbers, and very short sentences. Larger blocks of text still tend to do the oozy thing, though.
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And then suddenly it was the middle of the night, and I was waking up in the house where we were staying because Kathy and her mother had finally gotten home, and there was a random guy with them who was apparently some distant cousin or something, and an expert on Florida wildlife. I was trying to round up all the animals, who were wandering around (we seemed to have a lot more than three.) We were in some sort of enclosed back porch used for storage, and I noticed that Bo was pawing at his face. Random Guy pointed out a humongous black and yellow spider, which he said was the extremely poisonous Florida Jumping Recluse Spider, and Bo had been bitten by it. Random Guy poked at the spider to make it demonstrate its jumping abilities.
So I ran around frantically trying to get Bo into the car, find the address of an emergency vet that was open at three in the morning, and avoid the spider, which was annoyed and leaping at people's faces. I was annoyed too, because everyone else was utterly without urgency about the fact that my dog had been poisoned, damn it. As I was perusing the phone book for vet clinics and having a lot of trouble reading it* I "woke up" and I was standing at a table with Kathy in a bright sunshiny room at noon (and still looking at a list of things, but it was a shopping list or something) and I realized it had all been a dream. We had the whole "Ha ha, thank God that was a dream!" conversation... and then I REALLY woke up, because Bo had jumped on the bed and wanted me to pet him.
*I heard once that you couldn't read in dreams, and I said, "Pish, I read in dreams all the time!" But when I actually paid attention to what I was doing in dreams when I thought I was reading, I discovered that I wasn't, really. Text oozed and morphed, and I wasn't truly reading words in sequence, just kind of... absorbing meaning. Often I'd start out 'reading' something and then the dream would segue into me experiencing whatever the story I was supposed to be reading was.
So I determined that I would learn to read in dreams. I have no idea how I managed it, but when I had to read things in dreams from then on, I concentrated on making the letters stand still and recognizing individual words in order. And now I can really-truly read words, numbers, and very short sentences. Larger blocks of text still tend to do the oozy thing, though.
Rants Talk to me