February 05, 2004

A Bizarre Dream

I had a dream last night that was so funny I actually wrote it down when Scout woke me up in the middle of the night so I wouldn't forget it. See, I'm always thinking of you, my blog audience. Anyway as it turns out I remember the dream fully so I didn't need to write it down after all. It went like this:

I was in a small public bathroom of the quality you see in roadside rest stops or prisons. The bathroom had no stalls, just a sink and a scary looking toilet. And there was me. And a full-grown mountain lion. The sink was rather large and it had one of those skirts that goes around the bottom. So I jumped up into the sink, thinking if the lion can't see me, I won't get eaten. I'm busy making myself as small as possible in the sink when I realize that my friend Sherri is also in the bathroom with me. At this point the mountain lion has crawled under the skirt of the sink and is asleep.

Sherri and I share a brief crying jag where we agree that we don't want to die. And although she's one of my best friends, I selfishly refuse to share my sink. In fact, I realize that this bathroom is where she works (she works for the Los Angeles park and rec department), and I actually hold her a little responsible for this lion thing. So I think it's only fair that I get the sink and she doesn't.

In the meantime, Sherri whips out this giant plumber's wrench. You know the big one that takes off all kinds of bolts and pipes and stuff. Now you would think that we would use this very solid and heavy wrench to bludgeon the lion to death, but we don't. We agree that the best course of action is to remove the toilet from the wall. I'm not sure what this is supposed to accomplish but it seems like a really good idea. And then Sherri has to get to work on the toilet because as I may have mentioned, I'm not leaving my sink.

At this point Scout wakes me up, much to my chagrin. I really wanted to see what was going to happen. I'm sure that Sherri saved the day with her toilet removal while I cowardly croached in the sink.

I think this dream has two sources. One is my visit to Sherri's work yesterday. She does work at a public park and while I did not visit the bathrooms there, I'm sure I was thinking of public restrooms as normally found in parks. The other source was a news article a few weeks ago about a mountain lion attack in Mission Viejo where a woman my age was pulled off of her bike (she lived).

Posted by Shelby at February 5, 2004 01:19 PM

What an odd dream! I had to stop in as I have a dog named Scout, too. She's a Border Collie Spitz mix.

Posted by: Busy Mom at February 6, 2004 06:41 AM
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