Dream Journal: Beware the Were-Otter

The horror! The horror!

Before I went to sleep on Friday, I wrote in my dream journal that I wanted to do something in my dreams that made me feel wild and free.

I got my wish.  But not in any way I could have imagined…

Why do my dreams so often force me to return to high school? I am SICK of realizing that I have to write an exam for a class I haven’t attended in months. Okay, I know, it’s karmic payback for all the classes I skipped in university. My dreams are making me feel the guilt I didn’t allow myself to feel at the time. But at some point even my twisted psyche has to realize enough is enough.

So yes, I dreamed I was still in high school on Friday night. But not right away. Before that I had lots of different dreams that I barely remember. *A* made an appearance again for the second night in a row. She was going to cut and style my hair. She was complaining that she had lost her phone the night before when the two of us had gone out together — to the Town Pump, of all places.

Sometime after that, I saw the actress Amy Adams along with two others skating along a pond in period costumes with fur muffs and jaunty little fur-trimmed hats that were straight out of Little Women.

The next thing I knew, I was being forced to take part in a high school PE class. The teacher was making us do wind sprints to train us for an upcoming track and field meet. I was totally not into it at first, but then I started thinking that maybe I should make an effort. I remembered how much sheer fun it was to run as fast as I possibly could. And my legs were feeling pretty good — I began to think that maybe I had a shot at winning.

But then the scene shifted to the high school gymnasium, where we had to dance two at a time to really loud punk music. Marla H was there with me and she started freaking out while dancing, jerking and twitching as her body slammed unwillingly into mine. She was quickly shuffled off to the changing rooms.

Once again the dream shifted. Now I was part of an elite group of students and teachers who had supernormal powers and were capable of shape shifting. We were working together to defeat some evil, but then I got bored and decided to go to a rocky seaside cove instead, where I morphed into a were-otter and spent the afternoon swimming and chasing fish with my sea otter friends.

Yes, I turned into a were-otter. Half woman, half otter. That was a new one, even for me.

I’ll leave the visuals up to your imagination…

Whachoo lookin' at?

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