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I thought I'd post an entry on my latest dream episodes, too. I thought about keeping a journal next to my bed, so I could easily update the bizarre, subconscious things going on upstairs, but I'm too damn lazy. It's hard enough producing grumbles and grunts first thing in the morning, let alone words and sentences.
I dreamt that I was going to fertilize the garden with live mice, as if the furry buggers were earthworms. Well, surprise surprise, they didn't take well to being buried. One stubborn fucker kept popping out of the dirt, so I picked him up and asked, "You wanna be my pet?" And he told me, "Yep!" in a squeaky, itty-bitty voice. Given my impatience, I should've gotten frustrated, but found the little thing rather endearing. Not that I frequently chat with animals in English, but hey, if they know the language... =P
It doesn't matter how brief the nap, but I can easily slip into REM mode. Yesterday, I dreamt a magnetic force pulled me horizontal and kept slamming me against our apartment ceiling. Of course, I felt my arms start a-flyin' and legs twitch in a half-conscious body spazz, and I screamed in my sleep, which probably came out more like a gurgle. Then I awoke and cursed the nap for being far from relaxing. Both Miles and Jasmine asked, "What's up with these violent dreams?" As if I know.
It's time to get a pet. That's my second dream about rodents, so I take it as a sign. Wouldn't it be ironic to have a pet mouse/rat above a restaurant? My great fear is that it'll escape and be killed by the santoku knife-wielding cooks downstairs.
I dreamt that I was going to fertilize the garden with live mice, as if the furry buggers were earthworms. Well, surprise surprise, they didn't take well to being buried. One stubborn fucker kept popping out of the dirt, so I picked him up and asked, "You wanna be my pet?" And he told me, "Yep!" in a squeaky, itty-bitty voice. Given my impatience, I should've gotten frustrated, but found the little thing rather endearing. Not that I frequently chat with animals in English, but hey, if they know the language... =P
It doesn't matter how brief the nap, but I can easily slip into REM mode. Yesterday, I dreamt a magnetic force pulled me horizontal and kept slamming me against our apartment ceiling. Of course, I felt my arms start a-flyin' and legs twitch in a half-conscious body spazz, and I screamed in my sleep, which probably came out more like a gurgle. Then I awoke and cursed the nap for being far from relaxing. Both Miles and Jasmine asked, "What's up with these violent dreams?" As if I know.
It's time to get a pet. That's my second dream about rodents, so I take it as a sign. Wouldn't it be ironic to have a pet mouse/rat above a restaurant? My great fear is that it'll escape and be killed by the santoku knife-wielding cooks downstairs.