Wednesday, October 12, 2011


It has been brought to my attention that I need to share some of my weirder dreams with the world. I've always been a vivid dreamer, but recently my dreams have increased in weirdness tenfold.

Last week I had a dream about my realtors.
They had requested my assistance in training their bunny rabbit. I went over to their house, and discovered that their bunny rabbit was actually a chinchilla. It was well-trained, but apparently they were having trouble petting it. I suggested they poke their fingers through the cage and pet it with a single finger. This pleased my realtors, and they insisted that I stay for supper. They served me potato cheese soup and a large glass of tequila. It was quite late, so they insisted that I spend the night in their guest room. The next morning I woke up and realized I had a photo shoot in a few hours. At the door, one of my realtors (Brian) stopped me and gave me a $150 bill and a single quarter for helping me with their "bunny rabbit." I tried to give the money back but he said I deserved it. I got in my old Dodge Neon - a car that died on me in 2008 - and drove it to a Hy-Vee parking lot where I'd parked my current vehicle - a Chevy HHR. It was raining, and there was slushy snow covering the parking lot and cars. I called my client to tell them I might be late, since it was raining. We might even have to reschedule. I hung up, and spent the rest of the dream trying to figure out how to get both cars home.

Last night, I had a dream about vampires.
The vampires had kidnapped me, along with David Carradine, the girls from Zombieland and Dr. Oz. One of the vampires let it slip that we were in China, which made the other vampires mad because apparently our location was supposed to be a secret. Dr. Oz decided that the vampires were emotionally damaged, so we had a group counseling session on a large, white, circular leather sofa. The vampire that had let it slip that we were in China broke down in tears. While everyone else was comforting the sobbing vampire, I left the sofa and walked around the vampires' apartment. Since we'd arrived, the vampires hadn't let us brush our teeth. I managed to find their bathroom, and found a toothbrush and a tube of Rembrandt toothpaste. Then I woke up.

I'll keep you all updated.

PS - this is not a bunny rabbit.

1 comment:

  1. I don't interpret dreams but I love yours. The second one looks like it could be good material for a humorous short story:)


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