Midlife Crisis, Dinosaurs
I dreamed last night that I purchased a dark green sports car, two seater, like a Miata, but more 40’s roadster looking in the grill and front end. It had brown leather seats and a brown leather top. Even in the dream I was thinking I must be crazy as the poor car would never be parked under cover until I retired. I rationalized the purchase to myself by arguing that it was my midlife crisis and I could do what I wanted with it. I love it when my dream mind and waking mind argue, that’s perfectly normal, right?
In a later dream I was being chased by a large dark purple and green dinosaur. No matter how I twisted and turned, nor how fast I went, it was right there behind me. As I ran I started to become very winded and soon it caught up to me. Not sure what happened then, but next thing I know, I’m riding the large beast, herding a bunch of triceratops like dinosaurs across the bushy flatlands.
Oddly, I was singing, but in Latin. (Sadly, I didn’t sound any better than I would in my waking life.)
Shortly after that I was in my office, much cleaned up, with only three book cases and a pretty dark-wood computer desk. I was working on translating the Latin lyrics from the previous dream. I’m pretty sure the lyrics were from the limerick I had written for a forum post earlier in the week:
A young priestess, sweet Mercymay,
Set out for Goldshire one day.
What she learned in that Inn
of fur, feather and fin,
Made her rush back to the abbey to pray.
I suspect the Latin wouldn’t be quite as poetic.
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