Freaky dream
Oct. 29th, 2004 07:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoopbeckOkay. Where to begin?
I'll start at the very beginning. The very best place to start.
Last night, or... this morning, rather, I had my first heart-pounding, shooting-up-out-of-bed, afraid-to-close-my-eyes, throw-covers-over-head nightmare since at least a year or so.
What I can remember of it--
Samantha and I were in class in this strange old classroom. We were learning something or other, I think. We were in the very back row. For some reason, my mom was both pregnant and sitting in the row diagonally across from us. So I guess she was taking the class too? Anyway. There's this hole in the back of the room under our desk. Things keep coming out of it. Then, Samantha yelped and jumped, and we looked under the table and there. Was. This thing . It was kind of like a rat, if a rat were the size of a small dog. Recently, I've been having these dreams about things with one completely white eye, and this rat had one bulging white eye. We jumped and shrieked and ran, and the rest of the class jumped and shrieked and ran out of the room... except for Mom, apparently too paralyzed with fear to move. Of course, she was lauging the whole time... go figure. Maybe she was hysterical. I don't know. So Samantha and I carry Mom off through the room. The whole time the freak-creepy rat thing is jumping at us and biting at us and hanging off of our shoes with its teeth.
Here comes the part inspired by the Llama song, for which I blame Robyn entirely [I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake...]. We go outside of the classroom, carrying my somehow pregnant mother, and outside is a terrific battle. Tanks, planes, cars, bombs exploding... except they're all ducks. All of them. Go figure.
Laura analyzed that I am very protective of my mother, and that I see her as vunerable, which I can get behind... I just want to know what was with the duck!
I'll start at the very beginning. The very best place to start.
Last night, or... this morning, rather, I had my first heart-pounding, shooting-up-out-of-bed, afraid-to-close-my-eyes, throw-covers-over-head nightmare since at least a year or so.
What I can remember of it--
Samantha and I were in class in this strange old classroom. We were learning something or other, I think. We were in the very back row. For some reason, my mom was both pregnant and sitting in the row diagonally across from us. So I guess she was taking the class too? Anyway. There's this hole in the back of the room under our desk. Things keep coming out of it. Then, Samantha yelped and jumped, and we looked under the table and there. Was. This thing . It was kind of like a rat, if a rat were the size of a small dog. Recently, I've been having these dreams about things with one completely white eye, and this rat had one bulging white eye. We jumped and shrieked and ran, and the rest of the class jumped and shrieked and ran out of the room... except for Mom, apparently too paralyzed with fear to move. Of course, she was lauging the whole time... go figure. Maybe she was hysterical. I don't know. So Samantha and I carry Mom off through the room. The whole time the freak-creepy rat thing is jumping at us and biting at us and hanging off of our shoes with its teeth.
Here comes the part inspired by the Llama song, for which I blame Robyn entirely [I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake...]. We go outside of the classroom, carrying my somehow pregnant mother, and outside is a terrific battle. Tanks, planes, cars, bombs exploding... except they're all ducks. All of them. Go figure.
Laura analyzed that I am very protective of my mother, and that I see her as vunerable, which I can get behind... I just want to know what was with the duck!
