I dreamed I was on a giant floating parking deck. I suppose 'giant' is relative....it was five or six stories, and the cars parked inside (of course there were cars - that's how I knew it was a parking deck) were normal-sized cars. And I know it was floating because I was riding it across the Atlantic Ocean. Just me, a parking deck, and some empty cars headed to Europe.
Okay, so this looks more like a sinking parking deck. But trust me - it was a floating parking deck. Just me and the cars, headed to Europe. On a floating parking deck.
Oh, and the chickens. You see, in this particular dream I had to catch the damn chickens and put them in the cars before we 'arrived' to Europe or else I wouldn't be allowed off the parking deck. And I don't know who told me this - as far as I can remember it was just me and chickens. But I was convinced I had to catch the little fuckers and put them in cars because dammit, I wanted to get off the parking deck!
So for the rest of my dream, I was running around catching chickens and putting them in cars. Now oddly enough, I didn't dream myself extraordinary athletic ability. I wasn't faster than the chickens, or more agile. I was just as clumsy and hand-eye-coordination-challenged in my dream as I am in real life. It was a real hoot (cluck?).
The cruel thing is that I do remember catching all of the chickens, and standing at the edge of the parking deck, staring at the sunset and feeling the breeze, looking for Europe to appear on the horizon..... and then I woke up.
No comments:
Post a Comment