Sometimes I really hate dreaming. I tend to have really vivid dreams, accompanied by physical sensations, which inevitably wake me up just enough that I think its really happening.
Last night the dream involved helping my father move his menagerie of evil animals across town (my father has no such menagerie, for the record). I was sitting in the middle seat of a moving van, between my father and an ill tempered
rooster with this this rare, endangered golden bat cradled in my arms. The rooster kept glaring at me, and would peck my hand when i wasn't looking. Finally i startled because it hurt, causing the bat to flip out. The bat lunged and latched onto my neck, gnawing at my jugular, and teh rooster started pecking away at me. I woke up convinced I'd just been attacked by bats for like 30 seconds. Then i felt stupid.
Feel free to add in such coments as "Felt? Whachoo mean felt?! Bruiserboy you IS stupid!"
Last night the dream involved helping my father move his menagerie of evil animals across town (my father has no such menagerie, for the record). I was sitting in the middle seat of a moving van, between my father and an ill tempered
rooster with this this rare, endangered golden bat cradled in my arms. The rooster kept glaring at me, and would peck my hand when i wasn't looking. Finally i startled because it hurt, causing the bat to flip out. The bat lunged and latched onto my neck, gnawing at my jugular, and teh rooster started pecking away at me. I woke up convinced I'd just been attacked by bats for like 30 seconds. Then i felt stupid.
Feel free to add in such coments as "Felt? Whachoo mean felt?! Bruiserboy you IS stupid!"
bettietwoguns:
hahaha. i have dreams like that sometimes. no evil animals, though.