Friday, September 2, 2011

I had a dream Bunny came home, but she looked like a cat.

Bunny and our good friend, Orson.
I have a sneaking suspicion that it 's due to learning about Hinduism right now in my Humanities of Asia class. My diligent little unconscious was applying academia to real-life situations!

Bunn Bunn was either reincarnated as a kitty, or she had had to alter her appearance in order  to survive on the harsh streets of South Provo.
But either way, she came back! And the longer she was with us, the less she started looking like a cat, and the more like a rabbit. 
It was actually strikingly similar to  someone recovering from Polyjuice Potion, now that I think about it. We discovered a fluffy bunny tail under her kitty tail, and her ears started growing and flopping. We were so overjoyed. We ate carrots and sang a  song of tear-filled reunion and blissful hopes for the future.
It just felt so real, you know?

I had a dream  I met my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend (not me, someone else) in a public restroom. I recognized her from Facebook stalking (don't look down on me, you do it too), and sort of followed her into the bathroom stall. We had a joyful meeting once she recovered from the shock, but then we realized our shared ex-boyfriend was standing outside the door. We both took extreme pleasure in making him wait for us for once.
It was beautiful.

I had a dream it was time to wake up, but it wasn't yet.
But then it was.

I feel a little visionary. I feel like today's horoscope, tomorrow's fortune cookie, and last night's dreams alike would tell me to look for answers in unexpected places. I feel like it's time to wake up and to put some things to rest. 

Love, clarity, and karma,
Banana

1 comment:

Dane Ficklin said...

You dream, I think, like most folks would wish they could dream if they knew that dreaming like that was possible in the first place.

Is there a life-lesson in that?

Carry

I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

Billy Collins


that's all, folks

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