Squirrels
I have such deep and meaningful dreams.The other night, I dreamt that I was being chased by a mad squirrel – and by ‘mad’ – I mean “blood-dripping from little squirrel fangs” mad… insane… perhaps borderline rabid.
So I ran from this creature… through some wooded dreamscape… and as I’m running, the little bastard pulls out a tiny blowdart gun…and teeny, little, squirrel-sized darts come whizzing past my head. And would you know… one actually nails me in the neck.
I dream-think, “ouch! That stings! What the hell does this squirrel want from me!!”
And then I woke up.
Perhaps this was a carnivorous squirrel…craving a Joanne-Roast with pine-nuts.
That dream was almost as weird as my “having sex with John Travolta” dream. I don’t know which one scared me more.
I’m just glad that Travolta didn’t start up with “Ba-ba-ba-ba-barbarino” or ask me to join him in a plastic bubble…
posted by Joanne @ 9:33 AM
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