|I’ve always wanted to name a cat “Pickles.” Don’t ask me why.
Well, okay, here’s why: It’s such a funny word and would be a funny name, don’t you think? It would be a tongue-twister to say quickly, though. “Heeeeere, Pickles, Pickles, Pickles…” Anyway, speaking of funny names…then came the day that I had a cat named “Gravy.” He had long, cream-colored fur, just the color of chicken-fried steak gravy. Very appropriate name, and I was reasonably sure that no one would copy me when naming their cat.
…And as I was petting Gravy, the weirdest thing happened that I’ve kept a secret until now: I was an undercover p.i. with all of Magnum’s buddies, scuba diving to find clues and solving all kinds of crimes. But it came to a sudden end when the tour we were taking halted abruptly in front of Sanford & Son’s house.
Then (you guessed it) I woke up. What? You mean that didn’t sound believable?
All of the above are parts of several weird dreams I’ve had. All, except for the fact that I want to name a cat “Pickles.” And I will someday, mark my words. In the meantime I’ll just enjoy my odd trips to Dreamland. …But surely some of you would also like to share your weird/funny dreams, right?
I can almost guarantee that tomorrow I’ll have another funny dream to share from tonight.
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August 29th, 2007 at 9:59 am
LOL! I don’t even know where to go with this…
So I will start with the cat names. I like the name Pickles, but then again, I had a cat named Twix so I may not be your best advisor…
The other areas I don’t feel qualified to comment on until I have had some coffee…LOL!
August 29th, 2007 at 5:53 pm
My strangest dream? Hmm. That might take a minute.
I’m certain that my little cat, the illustrious G. Gordon Kitty, would love to play with Pickles. Actually, he would probably try to dominate him. (sorry, Smokey).
My strangest dream…. I would have to say that I can narrow it down to maybe three. Don’t worry, I won’t overwhelm you with all of them. Once, I drempt that I was a spy, who tagged whales with special underwater cameras that observed communist submarines. Does that count?
August 29th, 2007 at 6:40 pm
hmmm…. My weirdest dream was probably the one when King Kong was destroying the cul-de-sac end of the street I lived on. He wasn’t very efficient, and it took him about 4 hours to make it through the eight houses seperating us from him. Of course, I never thought of running because I knew he was faster (I could never escape from a monster who can destroy two whole houses in our hour!)
Well, I accepted the fact that I was going to die, and right before he stepped through my house, I was saved when I was abducted by aliens.
Fun, scary, awesome dream from when I was probably 14.
August 29th, 2007 at 11:36 pm
I once had a dream that I was a good looking guy who could dance. Wait…that really happened.
I guess my strangest dream was that I was a little brown field mouse. And I was being chased by kosher cat.
August 30th, 2007 at 3:12 pm
Verrrry interestingk. Should I try to analyze zee dreams?
By the way, Daniel, what in the world is a “kosher cat”?
And just as I thought, my dreams came through for me Tuesday night. I always dream funny things when I’m away from home: I went on a cruise with Courtney, my friend, and a few others. The huge cruise ship was the color and shape of a canoe–pretty neat. The ship was shorthanded on waiters, waitresses, and housekeepers, so even the captain and his wife subbed in those roles. I felt sorry for them, so I did, too.
Random thought: Do you ever go back to a city or place you haven’t been to in a while, and it triggers all kinds of forgotten memories? I was in a town this week where the last time I was there was under very different circumstances. That may not make sense, but it was kind of odd.
I think some of you are holding back on the weird dreams.
August 30th, 2007 at 3:46 pm
Yeah, I have brilliant dreams. They are so spectacular that I always want to write them down…then as soon as I pick up a pencil, pen or computer keyboard…it’s gone. Too much coffee and fun dip, I think.
And we have a cat named Mixie, so you and Christi aren’t that weird.