Tuesday, April 12, 2005
I know many of you have been entertained over the years with the wierd shit my brain dredges up while I'm in REM sleep, so I'll share this tidbit from a dream I had while napping on the couch the other day.
My dog Coco showed up (this is not unusual; the emotional scarring I suffered from his death in 1991 gives me one or two Coco dreams a year). I was happy to see him back from the dead, so I picked him up and was scratching his belly (he loved that) and asking him if he had been having fun in doggy-heaven with Shanny, his mother.
He put his paw on my hand like a drag queen about to say something catty, and he said to me, "all she does is talk about the war."
Good night. Snuffy Smith, y'all.
Copyright 2004 Rich Bowen
My dog Coco showed up (this is not unusual; the emotional scarring I suffered from his death in 1991 gives me one or two Coco dreams a year). I was happy to see him back from the dead, so I picked him up and was scratching his belly (he loved that) and asking him if he had been having fun in doggy-heaven with Shanny, his mother.
He put his paw on my hand like a drag queen about to say something catty, and he said to me, "all she does is talk about the war."
Good night. Snuffy Smith, y'all.
Copyright 2004 Rich Bowen
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God I love the weirdness your brain dredges up while you're snoozing. Hmm...maybe this is more comics/flash animations fodder.
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