Had the oddest dream the other night.
I was in a store but it was sort of like a warehouse. Not exactly Costco but more like the back garden section of Wal-Mart when they have empty shelves. In between seasons.
For some reason, Thumper (my Jack Russell) was with me.
There was a guy there. Tall and lanky. Think of a younger Sam Elliott with dark hair. But a bit scruffier. If that’s possible.
Anyway, he’s leaning against one of the shelves. Above him, on the top shelf, I spy an animal looking down at us. It looks like a small ferret but it’s black like a weasel.
I ask, “Is it yours?”
He replies, “Yes.”
I continue, “What is it???? Is it a ferret???”
His shrug is noncommittal.
I’m like, “It’s yours? And you don’t know??? Is it a mix of ferret and something else? What is it???”
I don’t get an answer.
The ferret or whatever it was suddenly jumps down to the floor. Opens his mouth and begins to swallow Thumper. Brought to mind one of those nature programs where the snake swallows something so much larger than itself-like a deer or a refrigerator.
I’m horrified. He’s got half of Thump in his mouth!
The guy says, “He’ll never be able to swallow all of him.”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when the ferret gulped down my Thumper.
Swallowed him whole. All of him!
I’m sickened and rooted to the spot.
Then, all of a sudden, the ferret opens its mouth and spews out Thumper. Like a cannon ball shot into the air! Couldn’t hold him in apparently.
Whew!
Next morning I’m telling my husband.
Asking, “What do you think that dream was all about? What on earth??? Is it the world being swallowed up? Is it me? Is it you? Nothing can hold Thumper down? What????”
He laughed and said, “I just don’t know, Mary.”
Do dreams have to mean anything?
I can only vividly remember two other dreams in my fifty two years of living.
One was when I was a little kid and the dream was about a strange man giving me a heart shaped box of candy. But I didn’t know he was a stranger because he was wearing a mask. Of my grandfather’s face! I think we can all safely assume a “Stranger Danger or Don’t Take Candy from Strangers” campaign might have planted that seed. It was absolutely horrifying. I thought I was totally safe because I was following the rules and not taking candy from a stranger. Shivers.
The other one was when I was teenager. I was driving a car on one of those highway bridges and suddenly the road just ended. Nothing. Just a cliff like scenario. I plummeted. The good news is that I never actually hit the ground because I woke up just before I did. With the bed sheet over my face. But the trip down was downright terrifying. Not sure what the genesis of that dream was but I suppose teen angst could have played a role.
Anyway, nary a clue as to the back story behind Thumper being gobbled up by a ferret. Just glad it was only a dream.
Do you remember your dreams or nightmares? Crazy as mine?
Just Being Mary 