I’m driving with my friend to go work on my secret project, which is my resume but isn’t my resume but very well might be my novel. Apparently in this dream I’m writing a novel that could be a resume and a cookbook. Oh, and I’m a Lion.
We’ve been driving awhile as my friend tells me what I should do with my resume novel cookbook and I hem and I ha and generally don’t say anything concrete. Neither does she. We’re driving on this two-lane highway through these beautiful rolling green hills with a lovely bright blue sky above us and it’s not Tennessee and it’s not California but it’s like both places but better.
Suddenly I spot a pair of Killer Whales tumbling ass over teakettle down a huge hill to our right.
“Did you see those Killer Whales?” I ask my friend.
“Nope.” She says and we keep driving for a while.
“We should go back.” I tell her, calmly. “There must be something wrong if Killer Whales are tumbling down a hill.”
So we go back. Then we’re back at the bottom of the hill hunting for the Killer Whales that are hard to find in the suddenly-there forest. It takes us a while but we find them and put them in the passenger well of the car in a cup of water. They are real life Killer Whale size but they fit in a cup of water because – well, just because. We drive them to my friend’s house because she has a swimming pool big enough to put my new Killer Whale friends in.
Then we’re at my friend’s house which looks nothing like my friend’s real house but this is a dream and I’m apparently a Lion with Killer Whales in a paper cup so I’m just going with it. We’re at my friend’s house and her sister is there with a new Kitten. Which is absolutely nuts - the Kitten, not the fact that she has one. And this Kitten is on the ceiling and dancing and then it’s floating all over the place, being hyper and totally Kitten like but floating about as is does it. We leave the Killer Whales there – not in the pool but hanging out at the kitchen island drinking fancy drinks and using squirt bottles to keep themselves hydrated.
We drive off but then I worry that the Kitten going to get out of the garage so I drive back – its just me now - to let my friend know that her garage door is open and suddenly there seems to be a raging party happening inside the house. The party is at the crazy things getting broken point just before the cops come and…
Then I woke up.
So, let's analyze that mess. It has been a thoroughly unproductive weekend. The kind of weekend where I actually have to count showering and eating as a win. Apparently my dreams are reflecting my discombobulated state – though I’m not at all sure where the Killer Whales came from. Or the cookbook novel. Cause I don't cook. And have no idea what to make of the Lion and the floating kitty cat. I was not drunk or otherwise inebriated – unless you count bad food decisions as a form of inebriation. Which, maybe I should since I ended up dreaming about Killer Whales in a cup...
Anyway, weird start to the day.
Oh, and this wonder was left for me in the fridge by Husband yesterday.
Husband is and always will be 12yrs old.
And apparently, I will always laugh despite how immature he and his vegetable body parts may be.
Wait! I have vegetables in my fridge - double win!
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