I dreamt of a homicidal bunny.
Seriously.
I had an apartment in this grand old house in a grand old neighbor. Oddly, John Hundley, the bindery operator at work that recently died from cancer, was sharing on of the rooms in the place. There was this rabbit, see…? And it was in the house. The dream was a sort of mano-a-mano between me and that damned bunny. Dark grey fur, stubby ears, vicious little eyes. Every time I boxed or bagged it, it got out. Every time I thought I landed its demise, it regained consciousness and set about its payback.
Seriously.
I was beginning to feel disturbed during the course of the dream. I think me more than my fdreamself; I have this thing about layers of consciousness and degrees of lucidity in my dreams. Sometimes I play someone else – as in I feel myself inside the body of another; sometimes I play myself – as in my conscious mind has slipped inside a dream form of myself; sometimes it works like television – where I am a disembodied viewer; sometimes I am truly myself as I walk through the world – one unified being. This dream would have been in the second category. My conscious mind was functioning inside a dreamself; meaning that I was aware I was dreaming but the actions of my dreamself were uneffected by this realization.
Eventually, it come to simply getting the thing out of the house. It became almost like a twisted evolution of Fatal Attraction. (I wonder if the bun had boiled a pot of Glenn Close soup up in the kitchen.) Finally, I just shooed the damned thing out of the basement door and watched it scurry off, about ten feet. Then it stopped, turn itshead over its shoulder to glare at me and made a sharp turn to the neighbor’s place. It then began to mark the thresholds of the various apartments there. each time it looked back at me with an evil grin. Yeah, I didn’t know bunnies could grin either…
Here, the dream skipped forward. I had left to run errands and returned to find city notices post all over our yard and across our entrances; the neighbors all down the block as well. Seems we had been turned in to the city for vermin problems. I couldn’t get into the house with my grogeries. At this point, I awoke, at least a bit irritated.
At that point I found a link in my inbox to this (link no longer valid), a gift from Mother.
I kid you not.
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