Dream journal: baby hippo
This morning, I dreamed that my little daughter and I found a baby hippo on the balcony. "Can we keep him?" she asked. I told her that we could, for a while, but that someday he'd be too big and we'd have to give him to Woodland Park Zoo. We all hugged: me, the daughter, the hippo and my girlfriend, who looked at me and said, "Some family, eh? Weird." My little daughter asked me about keeping him again. I told her we couldn't, that someday he'd be bigger than our bathtub (that was me, trying to find a size my little 2-year-old could relate to). She looked sad.
I know where all the parts of this dream came from. I'm such a cognitive dreamer. I guess that my subconscious figures that where a sledgehammer won't do, some kawaii might. :: sigh ::
I know where all the parts of this dream came from. I'm such a cognitive dreamer. I guess that my subconscious figures that where a sledgehammer won't do, some kawaii might. :: sigh ::