Dreams: By Tag: Animal

Thursday, February 25, 2010: Chased by a skunk

He walked down Hamilton Street at night. At the corner of Pilgrim Ave and Hamilton Street, a skunk carrying a smaller dead animal began to chase him.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009: Skunks in the Office

He was in an office with low white cubicle walls, white pillars, white floors and outer walls and ceilings. Two skunks approached a co-worker's desk, who did not see them because the co-worker was paying attention to the computer monitor. He tried to warn the co-worker, but it was too late. One of the skunks sprayed the co-worker.

Saturday, October 17, 2009: Animals in the Road

He walked up Pilgrim Ave, in the middle of the road. It was a sunny day. Squirrels, skunks, raccoons, and rabbits scampered across the road and along the sidewalks.

Sunday, May 20, 2007: New Club, New Home, John Updike, Kramer

I was invited to a club opening. I arrived early, and sat in a dark corner, alone. Several homeless people sat nearby, here for the free alcohol. I asked a waitress about mixed drinks, explaining that I never drank anything but wine. She brought me a glass of red wine, and I sat, sipping it.

The club filled quickly. A man asked me if I should be drinking wine. They asked if my religion permitted it. They said that if I did not know, that I should ask a religious leader if it is permitted. I said that I did not believe in religions that required one to ask another what their own conscience should tell them.

I dreamed that I was living in a new house. The house contained a menagerie of animals. At bedtime, I herded the animals into a single room, and closed the gate. As I got into bed, I noticed that my wife was sleeping on a different side.

I had a dream that the author John Updike was showing me around his house. It was full of books. He was searching for a particular collection of stories he wished to lend me.

Finally, I dreamed that Kramer, from the TV show Seinfeld, was loudly humming a song, whose lyrics, should his companions recognize the song, would inform them about a person at another table.

Thursday, November 09, 2006: Moonbat Frye

I picked up a folder and opened it. The folder contained the dossier of a dangerous, mischievous gnome by the name of Moonbat Frye. A picture was enclosed: he wore a dark blue and purple suit; he had a pointed white beard; he had a sly smile.

In a separate dream, I was standing in the cluttered ruins of a school playground. A predator was circling me. I cannot recall the identity of the predator. I think it was an animal. It crouched low as it circled.

In real life, the elementary school I attended as a child has been closed down, and may soon become a cluttered ruin.