Special Guest Artist Karen reports two dreams:
Okay, I know there are a bunch of Fraudians out there. What’s your Freudulent interpretation?
Tags: Karen Duca, rodents, special guest artist
Special Guest Artist Karen reports two dreams:
Okay, I know there are a bunch of Fraudians out there. What’s your Freudulent interpretation?
Tags: Karen Duca, rodents, special guest artist
The important thing was the escape! Perhaps a message of global warming and care of the earth’s resources? Is there a need for a dream coat here?
No interpretation inspirations here yet, but I did see a large, beautiful, fluffy raccoon by Subways south of Davis Sq last night. Raccoons aren’t rodents but they’re similarly scary, IMO, and I felt a tingle of superstition in my spine when I came home and saw this post.
be on guard, fellow humans, against the corporate rodents
time to plant the Nepenthes…
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/earthnews/6041241/Rat-eating-plant-discovered-in-Philippines.html
In my world rodents go argyle – they make nests in my sock drawer. They go vetgan – digging under the fence to savage my broccoli. Sometimes they try to swim in my cistren and make my water funky and sometimes they taunt my cats and leave their heads at my front door. But mostly they don’t know I exist in their very textured world of light and darkness, life and death and warm snug places where babies are born, long tails or no tails at all.
Whoops. I forgot squirrels. I planted a pin oak tree 20 years ago and as soon as it got old enough to have acorns, squirrels showed up.
How did they know?
Rodents find our Freudian slip and chew a hole in it. They let us know they got here first, they built the first dams, planted the trees, tunneled the earth and let in the air and left poop so that things could grow. They became warm blooded and suckled their young. They became meadow mice and squirrels, chipmonks and voles and were very cute and tasty and prolific because of it.
Beavers even went on an evolutionary diet, just to fit in.
Artists draw them housewives and hunters trap them, kids put them in cages, pet snakes eat them, science tries to understand them
Everyone else kind of ignores them
And sometimes in our dreams we remember that they were here first
And in being so taken from our normal thoughts of I me mine
We tremble a bit
Wow, Colleen, you really know your rodents!
Heh! I have a PhD in Squirrrrrrel.