Dream a little dream.

"Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in waking, would make every man a Dante or Shakespeare."
~Frederick Henry Hedge

Photo of white tiger found here

Lately, I've been having extremely vivid dreams, which, lucky for my sense of humor (and yours), I typically remember in the morning.

Last night's dream was a battle with a hungry white Siberian tiger. Silly me thought I could just lock him out...however, the door did not have such sturdy locks. He barreled through despite throwing all my body weight against the door. Luckily, I was able to whip up a tiger dinner in seconds -- it was a dream, afterall. He was much nicer after that.

Also last night, I dreamed that I was running down some path with a friend and the wind kept kicking up my skirt so my underwear was exposed. I kept attempting to hold it down, but the wind just kept blowing harder and couldn't make it stop, so I finally gave up trying and danced around exposing myself to all who could see. (Somehow, that one doesn't seem so outrageous.)

Earlier this week, I was so impressed with my dream when I awoke that I posted it on FB:

Still marveling at my intensely vivid Cirque du Soleil dream from last night. There were tons of people flying through the air all throughout, but the finale was the most spectacular... about 50 people in the air in the shape of a hot air balloon, with sheets forming a "balloon" and mid-air acrobatics and costume changes. But the best part? Those 50 people were not even standing on any shoulders...they all could actually fly. It was a sight to see. :)

And just to shake up your sense of humor, here a few other random dreams I've had fairly recently, that I wrote about just so I'd have something to laugh at later.

So I've completely forgotten the full dream, but I had a dream a few weeks ago about a wild donkey bucking around in our house downstairs, though "our house" didn't look anything like our house, of course. Agnė, who was staying with us at the time, was screaming (something very unlike her) because the donkey was going crazy bucking around the downstairs. Suddenly the donkey, turned into a kangaroo, which was totally weird. Then the next thing I remember is that these two guys came out from hiding. They apparently had planned the whole thing as a practical joke. Apparently, one of the guys ended up being my boyfriend, but I didn't recognize him. Darn.

And another about animals attacking me. Hmmm, I'm beginning to see a pattern here.

Sunday afternoon, I took a nap and had a dream about a deer wandering into our house, which, of course, didn't look like our house. Then a big deer with antlers (an elk, maybe?) wandered in and was upset. He sort of held me at "antler point" in the back. Every time I breathed I could feel the pointy tips of his antlers. It was scary.

Seriously, where does my brain come up with things like this? Still, the Cirque du Soleil dream was so mesmerizing. Hope it happens again.
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