I’m 99.7 % sure dream analysis is bunk, but at least if I had a recording of last night’s zany adventure, I could take it to a psychologist and get to the roots of my problems…
I was somehow involved with two others in a wacky little crime spree. I can’t remember what we were stealing, but attempts to stop us were laughable and we always managed to walk away from the heist free and clear. The purpose for our life of crime is not known, but it seemed to involve a casino style setting where one of my pals could bid on a rotating cat. I think it had to be a puppet, but that’s just because I don’t recall any blood flying around as it spun. I think the point of the game might have been to guess which pieces would still be attached to the torso (or the spinning table) when it stopped. Our success finally hit a stumbling block the night we arrived with our booty back at the car and all the doors were already open. Something had to be amiss, but what? Next thing I know, I’m face to face with Nathan Fillion dressed like a Sheriff and talking to me in an abnormally deep voice.
And then I woke up wishing I had a dream recorder.
Wouldn’t you!?
November 5, 2009 at 6:32 am
Clearly the spinning cat represents your life spinning out of control, the stealing is all about your personal rejection of little baby jesus and deep voices represent your conscience telling you to accept the holy spirit. Or, it was just a dream.
November 5, 2009 at 7:49 am
Well, you just saved me an embarrassing sofa confession. Thanks a million! I’m cured!