Alligator Dreams
8 Jun 2008 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cimoreneI dreamt that my parents moved into a gigantic house somewhere in the Midwest with a whole third storey just for me, and downstairs between the kitchen and livingroom there were two rooms of swimming pools - one with a big pool for us, and one with three smaller connected pools. When we were looking at the place I saw those and said "Hey, we could get an alligator," so we did. A pet alligator. (Maybe this is an expression of aggravation frothing over from all the badfic I've been exposing myself to recently, which occasionally incites me to daydream about committing violence.)
I was afraid of the alligator and tended to fly quickly over the room just under the ceiling most of the time, and watch it from the doorways - of course I could fly in this dream; I usually can, in my dreams. But then my dad's sisters, Crunchy Aunt and Crazy Aunt, came to visit and showed me that the alligator could actually talk. Telepathically. And I petted its nose and had some conversations with it although it was tough to get the hang of because it thought sort of slowly and lazily. I was still a little nervous, though, after they left.
Then I discovered a hidden service elevator that led up to a shopping mall and there was like a whole shoestore above my, er, apartment in the house, full of more shoes than I could ever want, and then the whole thing changed into this bizarre suspense/action story with people from the mall coming in and stealing my shoes even though I kept saying "They're not for sale!" and I had to, er, have the... magical ATM machine turn me into an animated flying paperback book so I could spy on them and... er... well, maybe you had to be there. I've never dreamt that I was a flying paperback book before, for the record. It wasn't as different as you might think.
I was afraid of the alligator and tended to fly quickly over the room just under the ceiling most of the time, and watch it from the doorways - of course I could fly in this dream; I usually can, in my dreams. But then my dad's sisters, Crunchy Aunt and Crazy Aunt, came to visit and showed me that the alligator could actually talk. Telepathically. And I petted its nose and had some conversations with it although it was tough to get the hang of because it thought sort of slowly and lazily. I was still a little nervous, though, after they left.
Then I discovered a hidden service elevator that led up to a shopping mall and there was like a whole shoestore above my, er, apartment in the house, full of more shoes than I could ever want, and then the whole thing changed into this bizarre suspense/action story with people from the mall coming in and stealing my shoes even though I kept saying "They're not for sale!" and I had to, er, have the... magical ATM machine turn me into an animated flying paperback book so I could spy on them and... er... well, maybe you had to be there. I've never dreamt that I was a flying paperback book before, for the record. It wasn't as different as you might think.
