Dream a Little Dream

*Another classic salvaged from the lovely Internet Archive originally from November 16, 2001

I think we all search for meaning in life and in that search for meaning we seek our truths in many ways. Some seek truth in life – others death. Some seek it through thought – others dreams (Okay so enough of the philosophical stuff). Actually I am just looking for an excuse to talk about the f***ed up dreams that I have been having lately. I swear, one would think that I was on drugs the way they have been going lately. You have to see I am a person that very rarely has recall of dreams, but when I do they tend to be greatly disturbing and prophetic (nothing earth shattering like the secret blend of herbs and spices at KFC ) – what were you thinking I was the second coming of Nostradamus. Well in the past few days I have had some dreams for which I am still attempting to discern their meaning – or just generally getting a good laugh from them.
While taking a nap earlier today I had a dream involving a squirrel. In the dream I awoke to a squirrel using its tail to tickle my nose and wake me. When I awoke the squirrel jumped off my head and onto a chair in my bedroom. The squirrel then put its front leg/arm up to its mouth and made a shhhhhhh sound – then it whispered that you must not talk that they would find us. He then proceeded to use his tail to write on my wall in this glowing green writing. He wrote that his name was “Alamanter” and wrote that he had an important message to give me. He then floated in the air and spun around really fast and erased what had previously been written on the wall. Then again the squirrel wrote on the wall and this time his message was “The marlins are coming you must prepare yourself – Beware the marlins”. He then jumped onto the window sill and whispered “Remember the marlins and be prepared or you too shall die”. He then jumped out the window – I then looked back at the wall and the writing was gone – nothing was left to show that he had been there. I looked back at the window and saw a shadow of Alamanter climbing the tree outside my bedroom and then fell back to sleep. Any interpretations or have I simply lost my marbles.
Tuesday night I had a dream that I was being chased by the female residents of my building. They were carrying pitchforks and torches and were chasing me in a scene right out of Frankenstein. They were all screaming to give them the paper that they must have the paper. I was running as fast as I could go trying to get away from them as I had no paper and didn’t know what they wanted. When they caught me they tied me to a stake and used a pile of toilet paper to burn me as they stood reading a copy of the most recent campus newspaper – it had me on the front page – so I was staring at dozens of pictures of me as I was being burned to death with toilet paper. (Gee I wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that the housekeepers don’t give my female students any toilet paper unless I start screaming at their supervisor).
The last has been a reoccurring dream over the last couple of weeks. I am doing rounds through my building and I keep hitting my head on the ceiling but I don’t realize why. I then realize that I am running late for a meeting with my boss and am trying to hurry across campus to get there. As I rush there I look down and realize that I am sort of hovering about the ground and floating towards the building. I suddenly freak out that students will notice and I look around me and nobody is looking at me as though anything is unusual. I then see a student running toward me yelling for me to wait. I stop just hovering about 3 feet off the ground and the student comes over to me asking for a room change from the fourth floor to the first floor due to a fear of heights – I tell the student to come see me later that day and then set off again floating towards my meeting. I get to the building and to save time I simply float straight up the side of the building to her window and go into her office via the open window. She doesn’t seem to think it strange that I floated into a meeting and just continues to talk.
Okay it is now time to sleep and see what else I can dream up tonight.

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Friday, November 16th, 2001 Classic Fairy

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