I had a scary dream last night.
I dreamed I liked dogs.
There was this large dog lying there. This girl says, “Ugh! I hate dogs.” I say, “No, they’re very friendly! You just have to get past the smell!”
Then I dreamed I raced the Iditarod, sleeping with a pack of sled dogs to keep warm in the Alaskan snow.
I dreamed my sister laughed at me for hating dogs all my life and then changing my mind.
I hate dreams.
I dreamed I liked dogs.
There was this large dog lying there. This girl says, “Ugh! I hate dogs.” I say, “No, they’re very friendly! You just have to get past the smell!”
Then I dreamed I raced the Iditarod, sleeping with a pack of sled dogs to keep warm in the Alaskan snow.
I dreamed my sister laughed at me for hating dogs all my life and then changing my mind.
I hate dreams.
posted by Mark at 1/10/2006 11:11:00 PM
1 Comments:
*blink*
But I'M the one who's hated dogs all my life and then changed my mind.
Isn't it aggravating how those childhood scenarios keep playing out over and over in our dreams? I occasionally still dream that you're ruining everything and breaking all my stuff and making me so frustrated I want to smash my head into a brick wall. And you still dream I'm scoffing at your youth and decisions and changing opinions. How wretched.
I wonder how many other people have childhood-revisited dreams about their siblings after they're grown.
I'm sorry for my part in making you dream that. If it counts any, I think you're intelligent and make careful, wise decisions.
But dogs ARE very nice once you get over the smell.
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