Tiger!
I’m still getting used to sharing my sleeping space. Last night, I woke Justin up because of a dream I was having.
There was a tiger, an absolutely beautiful animal, wandering around the back edge of a field. It was fabulously lush, with gentle little hills and valleys. The grass wasn’t long enough for the tiger to hide in, so it was pacing back and forth along the edge of the field, keeping a very close eye on the small child playing in the grass farther in.
Now, generally, this would be a cause for concern. In this wonderfully calm, sunny dream, however, it wasn’t. The reason for this was because the owners or managers or somebody who handled the tiger, came in with a tiger ball. It’s like a hamster ball, those hole-filled plastic items that people put their pets in so they can run around the house and not fall into heat registers or get eaten by the cat. Or one of those Zorb balls, like the one on that car commercial recently.
Just picture this: A tiger contained within a large, squishy ball.
Add to it, now, about two dozen children running around the field.
What I ended up with was a tiger hunting children while being utterly unable to actually harm them. Like an enormous game of tag, kids were running all over the place, up and down the small hills, while the tiger chased after them. Run! Pounce! Squish!! Children were flattened to the ground under the tiger ball, which then rolled away to get another one.
It was hilarious! I started laughing.
The next thing I knew, Justin was touching my shoulder. “Are you crying?” he asked.
I just kept on laughing and shook my head. And then I tried to explain my dream. I’m pretty sure it came out something like, “Tiger ball, squish kids! Run away, squish!” interspersed with lots of giggling. Whatever it was I said, it was probably garbled beyond recognition with giggles and mumbled through sleepiness.
Justin said something along the lines of, “Go back to sleep. Tell me in the morning when you make sense.”
Justin, of course, has no memory of this at all. Which is a shame, really. How likely is it that I’m going to wake us both up again because I’m laughing? With tigers playing tag with kids. Not very likely.
[Originally posted at www.inkingmythinking.com]