OK, I realize how stupid this is going to sound. But I am curious as to what other people might think about this. Bear with me.
I had a dream this morning where I was walking in a park-like area in Early November. Minding my own business, a squirrel came up to me and started hopping up and down aggressively. Now this squirrel was the size of a wire-haired terrier and was bouncing 2-3 times his height. I try to get away, but it just keeps following me and hopping at me. So I picked up some acorns and started throwing them at him. Doesn’t work.
Here is the interesting part (or maybe not). James Mason (yes, the actor) and an unknown companion grab the squirrel and hold him. So the squirrel is standing erect between James Mason and his companion with one of their feet on each of his hind legs. James urges me to pick up a large rock and try to kill the squirrel. I miss, the squirrel runs away.
So Mr. Mason says, ‘Oh well, he is on the clock farm anyway.’
And the weird part is that I know that this means the squirrel is old and not long for this world, even though I am pretty sure I have never heard that phrase before.
So the question is have you ever heard this phrase or anything similar?
Hehe, I’ve never heard that phrase before, put it in quotes and type it into a search engine, see if anything comes up. If not maybe you should get it patented!?
I had a similar experience in a dream, though not as catchy. There was a small child (about 5-6), and a woman I know who has worked a lot with kids – I knew her from being a camp counselor with her. The child was being very annoying, and kept grabbing things from people and their bags. When I said, “Hey, the kid’s stealing stuff!”, she responded, “No, that’s okay; it’s just a grab-at.” It had all the authority of some developmental psychology term, but I really doubt the word exists.
However, when I told my friend about it he said, “That sounds exactly like something she would say.”
Wow. I feel better now. It’s good to know that someone else has weirder dreams than I do.
The other night I dreamt that my mom was cutting off her cat’s tails. I saw these fat furry tails wiggling on the ground, completely detached from their owners. When I asked my mom about it, she said casually, “Oh, they grow them back, just like lizards.” I kept on telling her that no, it doesn’t work like that. And I looked around nervously for her cat Fiesty’s severed tail—he has the fattest, most fabulous ringed tail ever. It would have been really sad to see his tail lopped off, but she hadn’t gotten around to him.
One time I had a third-person dream where this keystone cop was shooting a perp with a high-pitched voice, but every time he’d shoot him, the perp would just go flying through the air. Finally, the cop asked if he’d had enough, or if he wanted to get shot again. And the crook delivered the punchline:
