I dreamed last night that a huge spider crawled into bed with me, wanting to snuggle.
I woke up worrying about what had prompted me to dream that.
Showing posts with label dream stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream stuff. Show all posts
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
Sawing Wood
One of those ferrets is snoring again. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that they are just not happy unless they're disturbing my rest.
I wonder what he's dreaming about.
I wonder if it involves being woken abruptly by an ice-cold shower.
Because that's what just may happen to him at any moment.
Friday, 25 May 2007
Can't Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me
Apparently I've done a bad thing.
I have just changed the bed covers and now – by total coincidence – have been Googling superstitions in light of an amusing conversation I had with friends earlier today.
Unfortunately, I've just found this:
A bed changed on Friday will bring bad dreams.
Might be a good time to road test my coffee maker.
Friday, 18 May 2007
Do Ferrets Dream Of Eccentric Sheep?
Upon hearing a squeak of distress from one of my little guys tonight, I immediately raced to their aid, prepared to defend them at all costs from all manner of unspeakable evil.
I found them both sleeping soundly.
Now, I'm curious as to what Squeaky Ferret was dreaming about.
I'm also hoping that it didn't involve my nose, feet or any other extremity in any way.
Wednesday, 17 January 2007
I Had A Dream
Quite a disturbing dream, actually. I dreamt that the whole time we had been looking after our two ferrets, we'd actually had a third (called Sneezes) that we'd forgotten about.
That part might not actually sound all that disturbing in the grand scheme of things, but there was quite a nasty part to the dream that I'm not going to go into.
Let's just say that it's lucky for Sneezes that he doesn't exist really.
And so much for me letting Biscuits win at Tug of War the other night. He practically ate part of my foot last night, the little bugger.
It seems I just can't win: when I exercise, they like the smell of my feet and want to bite them; and when I've just showered, they like the smell of shower gel on my feet and want to bite them.
Whatever I do, I end up being nibbled. Apparently it's a great game, although I always seem to be the one who loses.
Sunday, 17 December 2006
Poetry Time [No. 2]
More smashing poetryObsessive Compulsive Christmas Tree Decoration
You're all green and pointy
And taller than me,
Sounding more like a thing of bad dreams
Than a nice Christmas tree.
That said, it's surprising
I don't have nightmares
About baubles of the same colour
Hanging on you in pairs,
Because that drives me nuts
I really should say.
In fact, I'd prefer the monster dreams
Then I could run away.
Like in that one I had
With Godzilla where
He chased me down the local High Street
And I hid in the Chemist's.
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