What is the deal with my dreams?  The last few weeks have been seriously wacky.  A few nights ago I had a dream that we had some visitors here and they were as surprised as I was to see four full grown moose in our front yard.  Turkeys yes.  Moose?  We were just barely getting over that shock when a California quail family wandered into the same dream in the same front yard.  Quail usually have at least ten chicks, which by the way are the cutest little things you ever saw.  They are like little buttons toddling along behind Mom and Dad.  This particular couple had apparently been to a fertility clinic because there were at least fifty chicklets in my dream.   My visitors were quite impressed.  I woke up wondering what that was all about.

I had barely gotten over the moose and quail debacle when my dreams found Jeff and I hiking in a woods.  Our path was through the bushes and on one side about 6 feet away was a barbed wire fence.  On the other side was a chain link fence.  Surely we were safe between two properties, right?  Wrong.  A rustling in the bushes startled us and out came a young bull with a full grown pair of horns.  It walked right up to me, and at this point he got kind of Ed the Dog-ish, gently nuzzling me but I was so scared and like any watchdog worth its salt, the bull got a bit tense.  I was saying to Jeff “just take deep breaths, stay calm” – which of course he was anyway.  It was me who was frozen in place.  The bull walked over to Jeff to give him a sniff at which point, because I am so familiar with how to deal with a bull when you have invaded his space, I commanded “We will follow him.  We don’t want him behind us.”  Jeff of course started to ignore me at which point the bull got a little agitated so I said it again.  Then the dream ended so I don’t really know if we got gored, led out of the tight spot we were in, or what.

I know there are supposed to be meanings to dreams and I do like to pay attention and often consult my dream book, but sometimes it just all gets so nutty I can’t do anything but laugh.  The menagerie of animals that have taken up residence in my dream life I’m sure have much to tell me, on the other hand they might just know via the grapevine that I am a sucker when it comes to doling out food for animals who even look at me with hungry eyes (yeah, I’m talkin’ to you, Ed the Dog).

It’s late, I have to go to bed.  What’ll it be tonight?  A giraffe sticking its head in my car window?  A couple of kangaroos hopping around the living room?  A dolphin in the bathtub?  An elephant hangin’ out in the carport?  I can’t wait to find out.  Good night!