I've been having a series of strange dreams lately, many of them involving the house I grew up in - a house that no one in my family has lived in for eight years. One of them involved me crawling through the rafters of a literally labrynthine basement to find Christmas ornaments. This is misleading, as the house didn't have a basement at all. Last night, my dream involved a UPS delivery, the driver's truck being stuck in the snow, me bribing my sister to dig it out and me putting a board game of indeterminate nature into my parents' bedroom closet, along with better-known boardgames like Monopoly and Sorry!. I'm not entirely sure that my parents had a closet in their bedroom.
I've got no idea why I'm dreaming about my old house. Especially not in such an odd way.
Also last night, I dreamt that I was trying to engineer the death of Bugs Bunny at a fictionalized version of Dave & Bekah's wedding. My plan would have worked - Bugs would have taken a fatal hit from Elmer Fudd's rifle - saving only that someone (I think Dave himself) hopped into the line we were standing in, thereby pushing Bugs one step down and out of the line of fire. I was angry for a moment, but then distracted by the fact that each table at the wedding dinner had desserts from a different country on them.
Weird.
Comments (13)
And you're asking ME if I'M feeling all right?
Posted by Ben of the Azure Sea | January 24, 2005 10:02 AM
Posted on January 24, 2005 10:02
Wait, which part was weird?
Posted by The Ogre | January 24, 2005 10:51 AM
Posted on January 24, 2005 10:51
All of the above?
But mostly my sister being willing to perform manual labor, even if it was the result of a bribe.
Posted by Jason | January 24, 2005 11:31 AM
Posted on January 24, 2005 11:31
That's true, you got me there.
Posted by The Ogre | January 24, 2005 12:54 PM
Posted on January 24, 2005 12:54
I can explain the gun bit at Dave and Bekah's wedding. If you'll recall when Dave walked out into the chapel, he pointed at me and instructed his groomsmen. I believe the exact words were "if he moves or speaks, shoot him."
Were the multinational desserts in the nomative case?
Posted by Marc | January 24, 2005 3:03 PM
Posted on January 24, 2005 15:03
Uhm... Marc? Not to suggest your continued life isn't important to me or anything, but I'm fairly confident that that story had nothing to do with my dream.
Posted by Jason | January 24, 2005 3:21 PM
Posted on January 24, 2005 15:21
OK then. I'll leave it up to the Freudians in the audience to diagnose the dream.
Posted by Marc | January 24, 2005 8:52 PM
Posted on January 24, 2005 20:52
Sometimes a wabbit is just a wabbit.
Posted by Erik | January 25, 2005 6:46 AM
Posted on January 25, 2005 06:46
There was a wabbit in the dream too? Was he man sized and named Frank?
Posted by Ogre | January 26, 2005 8:09 AM
Posted on January 26, 2005 08:09
Nope. No Frank. Just Bugs Bunny.
Posted by Jason | January 26, 2005 10:16 AM
Posted on January 26, 2005 10:16
well as long as your dreams dont keep you from wanting to sleep i guess you are safe :)
Posted by gus | January 26, 2005 10:18 AM
Posted on January 26, 2005 10:18
Unless they keep him from waking.
Posted by Ogre | January 27, 2005 9:34 AM
Posted on January 27, 2005 09:34
True on both counts.
"Can't sleep, clown will eat me. Can't sleep, clown will eat me." and "Mmm... sybaritic paradise, don't want to wake up." are equally bad in their own way.
Posted by Jason | January 27, 2005 4:35 PM
Posted on January 27, 2005 16:35