Majorly weird dream
Sep. 20th, 2003 08:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperWhat is it about Saturday Morning that lends itself to weird dreams?
This morning I had this dream that I was back in my old room at my parents' house having a little reunion with the four million stuffed animals I used to have from age 2 to maybe age 12. Still have a ton of them in plastic bags stuffed in the sunporch... but anyway much of the teddy bears and mice and even a couple of the animals I had that were also puppets were there, plus a couple of the Muppets from Sesame Street that I happened to have dolls of... There were a lot of them and I was sitting on my bed while all of then crowded onto my pillows. They were all alive at this time - some of them elbowing each other off the bed and squabbling, and they were all telling me about the little games we'd play when I was a little kid, and how I'd put on my sisters' records and pretend they were all singing along with me. "We were," said the big brown bear I used to have with the Northwestern T-Shirt, who has now gone back to his original mommy, Penuche (What the hell was his name?) "If only in spirit." And just to prove that they still knew the words, they began to sing me a really rocking rendition of Stevie Wonder's Master Blaster Jammin', which was a record I was pretty obsessed with when I was little.
I woke up missing my stuffed animals (I've only got the two teddy bears I adopted later in my life with me), and kinda sad that even though each one had a name once upon a time, I had to struggle to remember even some of them when I woke up.
Jim Henson, wherever you are, I've got a TV show idea for ya. :)
This morning I had this dream that I was back in my old room at my parents' house having a little reunion with the four million stuffed animals I used to have from age 2 to maybe age 12. Still have a ton of them in plastic bags stuffed in the sunporch... but anyway much of the teddy bears and mice and even a couple of the animals I had that were also puppets were there, plus a couple of the Muppets from Sesame Street that I happened to have dolls of... There were a lot of them and I was sitting on my bed while all of then crowded onto my pillows. They were all alive at this time - some of them elbowing each other off the bed and squabbling, and they were all telling me about the little games we'd play when I was a little kid, and how I'd put on my sisters' records and pretend they were all singing along with me. "We were," said the big brown bear I used to have with the Northwestern T-Shirt, who has now gone back to his original mommy, Penuche (What the hell was his name?) "If only in spirit." And just to prove that they still knew the words, they began to sing me a really rocking rendition of Stevie Wonder's Master Blaster Jammin', which was a record I was pretty obsessed with when I was little.
I woke up missing my stuffed animals (I've only got the two teddy bears I adopted later in my life with me), and kinda sad that even though each one had a name once upon a time, I had to struggle to remember even some of them when I woke up.
Jim Henson, wherever you are, I've got a TV show idea for ya. :)
