Dreams

I can’t stay long… I must go to bed at a decent hour for tomorrow is “exterminator day” (don’t worry, we’re only killing roaches, and even then we’re only killing the ones with bad manners who don’t pay their child support), and a home appraiser is coming around noon so we can continue the path to refinancing our house.  We’ve spent the entire day cleaning, but I still need to get up early tomorrow so I can vacuum up all the hair that a little black cat named Jackson likes to leave everywhere.  I love having a clean house, but sheesh, it’s so much work.  And then it just gets dirty again!  That’s why I don’t usually bother.

I wanted to write a bit about a dream I had last night, because I know that if nothing else, it will entertain a certain person in the Philippines.  I was dreaming I went to work for Steve and Terri Irwin (aka, “The Crocodile Hunter” and his wife).  This part of the dream is probably based in the fact that the Irwin’s are trying to open a zoo here in Vegas, and I hope I might have the chance to work for them on day.  They both drive me kind of nuts, but they seem like they run a good business.  So, in my dream I’m working and feeding a penguin (or maybe it was an owl, like on the cover of this month’s National Geographic, but I think it was a penguin), and then when I was finished, I went to my “dorm room” to have free time.  When I got to my “dorm” (I don’t know what else to call it, but it was a room I was living in on the zoo premises), I found a black cat.  I then proceeded to put this black cat up on a well-lit work table, I turned the cat over and shaved its stomach, and then I made four identical incisions in the cat’s belly.  I then tossed in a pinch of soil and a number of cilantro/coriander seeds and sewed the cat back up again.  In my dream I thought nothing of this whatsoever, and no one questioned what I was doing, but then a hysterical Asian woman who didn’t speak English (like a scene from “Lost”, perhaps?) came running in because apparently I had just planted cilantro in *her* cat, who was only supposed to be there to be boarded or something.  I don’t know anything except that she was upset and no one could understand what she was saying.  She took her cat, I felt badly, and I went out to Terri Irwin’s car in the parking lot because I’d left my shoes in it.  While sitting in the car putting on my shoes, the Asian woman came, got in the car, and started to drive away with me in it.  I was trying to tell her that she had the wrong car but she wasn’t paying any attention to me.  I guess when you plant cilantro in someone’s cat they have the right to give you the cold shoulder.  I have no idea what happened next, except that at some point I woke up and it was after 12:noon.  And that’s why I’m trying to go to bed early tonight.  The end.

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 02/10 at 10:49 PM

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