The Weird Dream of the Bunny Incubus
Jun. 13th, 2005 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaI had a dream last night.
In the first part, there was something to do with graduation, but then it turned into me touring Guatanamo Bay, which involved a lovely "demonstation" of torture methods, to prove that they weren't all evil and such like they've been being proved to be lately. There was something about jumping on a giant canoe that was flipped over and in mid-air, and then falling off and just free-falling for about twenty or thirty feet . . . which I got to try. It was weird.
Then it turned into an odd, but very clear, story-type dream. I was sort of a character in it, sort of just watching . . . but it's like I had a say in what she did (she was this red-haired girl, in colonial times, who sort of reminded me of teenage Felicity Merriman, lol . . . )-- I was like the omniscent narrator, lol . . .
Anyway, this Felicity chick was pregnant, and living in colonial times, so this was very shameful. She lived in our house, though, oddly. Anyway, she was trying to figure out why she was pregnant, because she didn't know. For a while, she thought it might have been Captain Hook, because he stopped by for a while, apparently, but she hoped not.
Then this bunny showed up in the garage (like an actual bunny, lol . . . not just someone dressed like one). So then suddenly she knew it was the bunny (and it made sense to me in the dream, too, lol . . . ) who had impregnated her, and so she was telling everyone it was the bunny.
Well, it turned out the bunny was some sort of Animagus-type thing, because it turned into a boy, which she apparently once knew and liked. So that was cool for her, apparently . . . even though her parents didn't like him. They were all angry she was pregnant, and even more angry that it was by some guy they didn't like . . . but the guy was just about ready to pay them a dowry-type deal in library book-place-keepers (you know, those long, flat, wooden stick-like things?) when I woke up.
So I guess the whole thing was just the two of them getting it on as bunny rabbits because that was the only way they could.
Dreams are so weird. I must have some Freudian attachment to bunnies, or something, lol . . .
In the first part, there was something to do with graduation, but then it turned into me touring Guatanamo Bay, which involved a lovely "demonstation" of torture methods, to prove that they weren't all evil and such like they've been being proved to be lately. There was something about jumping on a giant canoe that was flipped over and in mid-air, and then falling off and just free-falling for about twenty or thirty feet . . . which I got to try. It was weird.
Then it turned into an odd, but very clear, story-type dream. I was sort of a character in it, sort of just watching . . . but it's like I had a say in what she did (she was this red-haired girl, in colonial times, who sort of reminded me of teenage Felicity Merriman, lol . . . )-- I was like the omniscent narrator, lol . . .
Anyway, this Felicity chick was pregnant, and living in colonial times, so this was very shameful. She lived in our house, though, oddly. Anyway, she was trying to figure out why she was pregnant, because she didn't know. For a while, she thought it might have been Captain Hook, because he stopped by for a while, apparently, but she hoped not.
Then this bunny showed up in the garage (like an actual bunny, lol . . . not just someone dressed like one). So then suddenly she knew it was the bunny (and it made sense to me in the dream, too, lol . . . ) who had impregnated her, and so she was telling everyone it was the bunny.
Well, it turned out the bunny was some sort of Animagus-type thing, because it turned into a boy, which she apparently once knew and liked. So that was cool for her, apparently . . . even though her parents didn't like him. They were all angry she was pregnant, and even more angry that it was by some guy they didn't like . . . but the guy was just about ready to pay them a dowry-type deal in library book-place-keepers (you know, those long, flat, wooden stick-like things?) when I woke up.
So I guess the whole thing was just the two of them getting it on as bunny rabbits because that was the only way they could.
Dreams are so weird. I must have some Freudian attachment to bunnies, or something, lol . . .
