Last Thursday night I had a dream that the goat proposed to my mom and they decided to get married. Yeah, my mom, who he has never met and is already married herself. It ended with my screaming, "I will not call you dad!"
Needless to say, it was pretty fucked up, and I forgot about it until reading goat's blog when it all came back. I'm not sure what I means, and I really don't want to know. I generally have fucked up dreams so I'll be sure to keep 'em coming as they float through my brain.
Hmmm...see, to me, this means that deep down you DO want to call Jeff "dad." You find his paternal countenance comforting.
ReplyDeleteI thought I was the only one with odd dreams like that! Problem is I forget most of them upon waking. But they usually are pretty off the wall... walking through a classroom and ending up in China where a good friend is marrying some guy from my French class in Toulouse and for some reason we all have to wear mermaid dresses and ride camels.
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We should all start writing down our dreams in a journal we keep next to our bed. Or maybe not.
I want to wear a mermaid dress and ride a camel...
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