I have three recurring dream themes that are kind of pseudo-nightmarish. They are, in order of most to least frequently experienced: zombies, my mother, and unexpected discovery of neglected/dying pets. I had the latter last night--in my dream I went into the basement (which itself was sort of a hybrid of the basement in Nashville and the basement in Brookfield) and there were these goldfish in a mason jar with barely any water left, clearly gasping, sickly, and when I tried to fill the jar with fresh water, it overflowed before I could stop it and the fish slipped out of the container, swimming along a narrow, water-filled crack in the cement floor, clearly doomed.
Still, that was much better than the dream I had with the half-starved puppies, or the rabbits that were so hungry they started eating each other.
I have to say, though, on balance, I wish I had dreams of flying or falling or going to school naked.
...and it was with those thoughts in mind that I drew this picture.
It's not half bad in terms of proportion and general shape considering that I was just making it up as I went along. Plus, you know, crayons.
