This morning I had a dream that a bunch of family and friends came to celebrate something with me. Maybe a graduation, I don’t know. It was nice except everybody up and left about five minutes after they arrived. I am pretty sure it was because I hadn’t vacuumed. Delicious snacks and delightful company were outweighed by my gross negligence of housework.
I also dreamt that an evil plush bunny was laying on my bed. I tried to get closer to it so that I could lay hold of it and, I don’t know, throw it out the window, but it flung itself off of my bed and onto the floor. That should have been clue enough, but I tried to get near to it again and couldn’t. Maybe because of its evil powers?
The moral of the dreams is that if you come visit me there won’t be any evil stuffed animals and my place will be neat and tidy. What I’m getting at is that you shouldn’t believe everything that you’ve heard in my dreams.
That plush bunny sounds a bit freaky. Reminds me of the killer bunny in the Monty Python movie.
And how could you not vacuum for your family??? I’m surprised we didn’t spit on the floor in disgust as we walked out!
My knowledge of psychology really lagomorphs behind, so I cudn’t tell you what it means. I think you’re a hare’s breadth from a breakthrough, so just play it by ear until then.
Sounds like a personal problem.