I was out a little too hard with the Hooked on Tonics girls last night, savoring our single girl time together before L's wedding in a couple of weeks. The evening's drinks played with my dreams. I dreamt that a friend's wife suspected him of infidelity because she found a cabbage in the garbage, and he didn't like cabbage. Aha! Must have been put there by a mistress! In the dream, I both knew this was ridiculous and thought it was a canny observation by the trash-hunting wife. And then I dreamt that I was sitting on a stool outdoors, watching a bird eat some spilled grain, and a huge sleek black panther brushed past me, then turned around. I could see it choosing whether to attack me or my dog, and I decided that I couldn't bear to watch my three-legged dog get mauled by a panther. So I tried to chase the panther away, and it sunk its teeth into my left hand and bore down hard. I reached for a brick with my right hand, and kicked over the stool. The dream went on and on, with the panther's jaws locked on my left hand, and me hitting it over the head with a brick.
No more tonics before bed.
I recently had a bizarre dream that involved a trilobite ... I blogged about it here:
http://strangerthanwhat.typepad.com/littoral/2005/09/dreamer.html#comments
How weird is that ?!!
Posted by: Littoral | October 28, 2005 at 01:55 PM
I and all my friends had weird vivid dreams last night. (My dream seemed to last two hours and it was like a video game where I was chased by gunmen through a sprawling estate where a gala party was happening. It was awesome. But I DID miss the first two classes of the morning, alas.) Anyway, I wonder if it was something in the ether affecting everyone's dreams. :)
Posted by: Eleanor | October 29, 2005 at 12:16 AM
I had this dream several years ago:
In my dream, I am sleeping in my bed, just like I really am. I hear a noise in the room - a shuffling sound. I open my eyes and standing over me is a tall figure who quickly thrusts his open palm down onto my chest. It is able to hold me down and I feel paralyzed. The figure's hand is icy cold and burns like fire at the same time.
I woke up with a huge red palmprint on my chest. No joke. My girlfriend (who's now my wife) was sleeping next to me and was freaked out when I woke her up to show her the handprint. It stayed on there all day.
There's a true and freaky story for ya just in time for Halloween.
Posted by: Patrick | October 31, 2005 at 03:50 PM