Are you sure it wasn’t a stoat ? That would explain it.
Heres mine.
It is against the rules of The Dope to post a pic of a dead rat wearing a suit.
Yes, that was my dream.
I am totally open to it being a stoat. Or even a marten, since in Germany at least they famously tear up car engines.
Last night I dreamed that there were not only a lot of men playing tackle football in a giant living room, but even dogs playing as “linemen” in the game as well and biting each other quite viciously, to the point where their fur was all reddened with blood and they had gaping abdominal wounds. My parents, however, thought it was perfectly fine for the dogs to be ripping each other this way and saw no problem.
A few weeks ago, I dreamed I’d been living with a group of low-level criminals, like car thieves, in a house of about 10 or 20 of them, and I’d successfully infiltrated and they were cool with me being there. Then Jessica Tandy comes to me, and her eyes are literally glowing. She says she had a psychic vision that I had to host a Kamala fundraiser in that house, for just those 20 people, and it would make or break the election. So I organized it, and Hillary Clinton, Michelle Obama, and Kiri Te Kanawa all came in glittering evening gowns and sang an aria together. It was fabulous, and it worked – the whole house of criminals became Kamala supporters.
I had a weird but rather pleasant one a couple of nights ago. The first part of it, I don’t remember most of the details, but there was something about some unusually intelligent (as in, they could follow full human conversations, that weren’t about food, prey animals, or walks) cats and dogs, who enjoyed snuggling.
Then somehow it transitioned to a Boy Scout camping trip, and our campsite had a Rapid Transit (Cleveland’s public rail transit system) stop at it. I remember that it was the second-to-last stop on the line, either the Blue or Green Line, and that it was 40 miles from the next stop closer to town. The campsite was in a wooded area, about what you’d expect from a campsite, except that the local wildlife included sloths. At one point in the dream, a group of us had to run in the rain from the sheltered area where you get on and off the trains to the station building where you buy tickets and the like (I’m not sure where our tents were relative to either).
I’d actually been trying to remember this dream for a couple of days (all I could remember was that it was rather a fun one), and couldn’t get any details until today, I saw a different Rapid station, and it all came back.
It has been years since I have remembered a dream and this one was very brief but it felt so real. I dreamt I could fly and I could hover like a hummingbird. As I was hovering in the dream, I realized that I could fly and how wonderful it felt. As I woke, the wonderful feeling lingered for just a moment.
I wish I dreamt more.
Did you have to flap your arms rapidly to accomplish that?
No, no wings, no flapping.
I had a meta-dream. I dreamt that I had a nightmare that I was semi-paralyzed. I had a third arm on top of my right arm, weighing down my whole right side so that I could hardly move.
Then in my dream I woke up and the third arm was gone and I could move again. I told people about the third arm nightmare. Someone told me that the third arm was an evil spirit and not to go to sleep again. I asked “How can I live without sleep?” and they told me about a special potion that would help.
I woke up wondering how I would find the potion and then relieved to be awake.