The Texture Of Things

Just putting this here for some balance against the last post

July 24th, 2008

Just so there’s no unnecessary concern that all my dreams are so heavy, let me briefly share this one here, and then I’m done with pregnancy-dream talk.

I dreamt that I was volunteering at a zoo. I had to help feed animals and make sure every animal was where it was supposed to be. In this process, I was bitten by a powder-blue duck that did not want to be taken out of its crate and later saw another volunteer (who had also been bitten by that duck but – unlike me – whined about it and cried even though the bites left no marks) fall into the penguin and piranha pool.

Yes, the penguin and piranha pool.

No, there were no walls to separate the walkway and the open water. In fact, you had to be careful as you walked through the exhibit because penguins would be out and walking about.

And what was weird in this dream is that as I walked by the penguin and piranha pool, I passed the zoo owner giving a tour to visitors and teaching them about penguins. It was Donald Trump.

The end.


  1. KLee says

    Hooray, crazy pregnancy dreams! The only way that this dream could be better would be for Donald Trump to fall into the piranha pool and be eaten to death while the penguins clapped.

    July 24th, 2008 | #

  2. coffeypot says

    You need to stay off durgs, hon.

    July 29th, 2008 | #

  3. admin says

    That’s the thing! I AM off the drugs! Unless there’s a maximum amount of mint-flavored Tums you can eat. In that case, I might be reaching toxicity.

    July 29th, 2008 | #

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