I dreamt Luke Cadigan (who I only know by name from high school) had a home with a glass wall looking half under the ocean and half above. My four-year-old daughter would not stop running around in circles with the other kids long enough to notice the great white shark swimming past the living room.
I dreamt I was throwing my dog Sunday handfuls as tiny treats (which are usually Cheerios or Charlee Bears), but I was throwing him his pain medicine pills by accident.
[I checked in the morning that his pain meds were still there.]
I dreamt that my daughter’s friend Heath and I were ducks but, per his human father’s rules, were not allowed to go into the swimming pool because “you don’t know how to swim.” I argued that because we were ducks, we obviously could. I left the pool and went to the library to find back up for my argument.
A baby giraffe was in a tree looking down headfirst with its leash wrapped around a branch. I coaxed it down and led it across the dirt road, stopping cars for it. It was a foreign type of giraffe, skinny with a neck like a snake; she crossed the road, slithering like a snake with her legs flat out to the side. There was space in a pen of pigs across the street with leaves to eat where I squeezed her in. An organization was getting animals out of trees and ready to be released into the wild, which was further up the dirt road.
I dreamt that my daughter toddled backward into traffic and, to explained to the man babysitting for her why you couldn’t do that, I told him to lick a camel because it is similar to licking a rhinoceros, the only way to learn how to watch a toddler.
I dreamt with the children’s nursery rhyme “Mairzy Doats” as the song track throughout my dream: Mairzy doats and dozy doat and liddle lamzy divy. Akiddly divy do, wouldn’t you?”
[For the uninitiated adults, “Mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy. A kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?”]
I dreamt that my neighbor brought a pony home from the animal shelter and squished into the back seat of her hatch back to bring home.
I dreamt that there were just SO many puppies.
I dreamt that, in order to keep an airplane, which I could see flying in the sky above, from crashing, I had to get a goat to eat a rug.
I dreamt that an expanding rift appeared, a hole growing in space and time, with ragged, torn and burning edges. A green product about the size of an ATM with robot arms coming out of the top, appeared in the hole. I knew the machine was the answer to a product that a friend has been struggle to design. And then it was gone, answer gone too, and horses started leaping out the rift.
Kate's dreams 