Skeletons overlooking house. Hiding behind door, didn't shut fully. Border collie, tiger, small gate. Tiger eating fried chicken. Let them out to use yard. Raining. Yelling at someone about the chicken. Taking the tiger on a walk.
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seven
October 28, 2009 6:00 PM
Sounds like my dreams.
Ronnica
October 30, 2009 8:26 AM
I always have dreams about some sort of adventure. Last night I and a group were taken hostage. Some how, I never get rescued...
Dan
November 2, 2009 11:10 AM
I love cryptic dreams that play out like fables. Had one last week where a vending machine was trying to kill me and my friends. Perhaps the vending machine was socialized healthcare? Probably not, but it's fun to speculate.