A Mouse Tale January 31, 2011Posted by thepurplehaze in Thought Bubbles.
Tags: dogs, dream, joy, life
I almost forgot how to dream a dream as vivid as the one about a mouse a couple of nights ago.
So there I was, Hazel at the peak of her stellar career, when I stumbled upon some sort of magical woods in one of my work-related travels. I’m guessing it was North America, since I saw this scene in True Blood. Anyway, it wasn’t that interesting, except that I saw a little black mouse run by that looked kind of like Flicker.
The next mouse sighting was at a hotel, by the woods again, in another country. I was curious as to why I kept seeing a familiar mouse everywhere I went! I tested a theory in my head (forgot what exactly that was) and went to another country (woopeee) waiting for a mouse sighting. Lo and behold! The mouse was right inside my trench coat as I reached for the hotel room key! It stayed obediently on my palm and I was shocked to see that it had Flicker’s head (yeah, she looks like a rat sometimes) only it was mouse-ified. I threw it away and locked up in the room.
I was in another hotel room (hotel again, geez) in another country, and the mouse was there-AGAIN! The cycle went on until I gave up after seeing it perched inside a jacket pocket staring eagerly at me, like Flicker does when she wants food or when she wants me to go walk her outside the house.
I hugged Flickee as soon as I woke up. Ironic, since Flickee loved pouncing on these rodents Hazel’s subconscious blah…