
About a year ago (before I had moved over to blogger), I had posted my most recurring dream that I have had since I was a kid, and bless your little hearts, you guys gave me some very insightful ideas on what the dream meant.
And maybe we slayed that particular dragon, since I haven’t had that dream since.
Well, here comes the runner-up.
While I have been having this dream, or some weird variation of it, for decades now, this one doesn’t interrupt my beauty sleep with the frequency of the driving-backwards dream.
I still have it often enough, though, and it always leaves me feeling disturbed.
The basics are this: In my dream, I am sitting around, when I realize with a start that I have a pet that up until that point, I have COMPLETELY forgotten about! Most times it’s a pet bird, but in some variations of this dream it has been anything from a dog, to a hamster, to a pet snake.
Whatever the animal is, I race around the house trying to remember where I put the animal, because I realize that I haven’t fed it in months!
In last night’s dream, after much frantic searching, I finally come across my missing pet (this time a parakeet). Even though I haven’t apparently fed him anything in months, he is still alive, but only barely. The animal always looks skeletal, and on the verge of its final collapse. I try to finally give it some food, but it will never eat anything I lay out for it. It just looks at me accusingly, and wheezes some kind of sickly death-rattle.
The animal never actually dies in my dream, but it’s always plainly apparent that it is going to die any minute. I kick myself for being so damn irresponsible……
…. And then I wake up.
In my dreams over the years, I’ve killed just about every species known to man.
If I had to guess, I would say that this dream represents my fear of responsibility in some fashion, or my failure to believe in my self, or fear of accountability, or some shit like that.
But, with the exception of Earl, you guys are all much smarter than me. I clearly have the looks, but very little in the way of brains, so I need you guys to help me out here.
As an animal lover, this dream always really bothers me.
p.s. Yes, I know that the banner picture of Posh Spice has nothing to do with this story, but when I typed “skinny parakeet” into Google, this was the first picture that came up, and I find THAT to be pretty fucking funny.