12-08-2018, 11:20 PM
I had a bizarre dream this afternoon. I seem to be remembering more dreams, but only during the four hour nap I take on Saturday to switch from being awake during the day to being awake during the night.
I was with my wife and roommate at this animal shelter. We were looking to adopt one of these things (which don’t exist far as I know) that look kind of like a long legged badger. They had a name but I don’t remember it, and you supposedly could teach them to talk.
We were looking at one, and it was really affectionate with my wife and our roommate, but it growled whenever I came near it. My wife kept talking me into trying to pet it. So I kept trying until the critter finally chomped right down on my hand. It hung on for quite a while until I was able to pull my hand free, taking a piece of it’s lower jaw with me. I did not see any blood from it or me, and didn’t really feel any emotion other than a vauge feeling that getting my hand savaged by a talking badger was a bad thing.
After that there was some dealings with the staff at the shelter. I thought that I should get a rabies shot (interesting, that’s the second time that’s come up) but no one else thought it was a big deal. They captured the critter in a modern looking box thingy that was a lot smaller than it was. It fit somehow and wasn’t harmed.
Then the dream kind of segued. I was a guard at the gate to some kind of very important facility (I’ve done a lot of security work). I saw this weird airplane land in front of the facility. It was shaped like a fighter jet, and it landed vertically on it’s tail. These people wearing weird orange radiation suits got out. They walked up to the gate and informed me that this was a drill and I was “dead”. Now I got a sense that I had failed in some way, and might or might not be in serious trouble. Once again, I really didn’t feel much of a sense of fear, just a vauge sense that this was a bad thing. From a waking perspective I should have and would have been screaming on the radio as soon as I saw a bizarre airplane land. They proceeded past me and “killed” a bunch of onlookers who were coming out of the buildings as they proceeded to do whatever they were trying to do. I eventually heard an alert come over the radio, and the doors began to automatically close and lock including the one at my station.
I was with my wife and roommate at this animal shelter. We were looking to adopt one of these things (which don’t exist far as I know) that look kind of like a long legged badger. They had a name but I don’t remember it, and you supposedly could teach them to talk.
We were looking at one, and it was really affectionate with my wife and our roommate, but it growled whenever I came near it. My wife kept talking me into trying to pet it. So I kept trying until the critter finally chomped right down on my hand. It hung on for quite a while until I was able to pull my hand free, taking a piece of it’s lower jaw with me. I did not see any blood from it or me, and didn’t really feel any emotion other than a vauge feeling that getting my hand savaged by a talking badger was a bad thing.
After that there was some dealings with the staff at the shelter. I thought that I should get a rabies shot (interesting, that’s the second time that’s come up) but no one else thought it was a big deal. They captured the critter in a modern looking box thingy that was a lot smaller than it was. It fit somehow and wasn’t harmed.
Then the dream kind of segued. I was a guard at the gate to some kind of very important facility (I’ve done a lot of security work). I saw this weird airplane land in front of the facility. It was shaped like a fighter jet, and it landed vertically on it’s tail. These people wearing weird orange radiation suits got out. They walked up to the gate and informed me that this was a drill and I was “dead”. Now I got a sense that I had failed in some way, and might or might not be in serious trouble. Once again, I really didn’t feel much of a sense of fear, just a vauge sense that this was a bad thing. From a waking perspective I should have and would have been screaming on the radio as soon as I saw a bizarre airplane land. They proceeded past me and “killed” a bunch of onlookers who were coming out of the buildings as they proceeded to do whatever they were trying to do. I eventually heard an alert come over the radio, and the doors began to automatically close and lock including the one at my station.
