Saturday, June 30, 2007


I just woke up, so this may be a tad muddled.

I had a dream that my house was overrun with all types of pests. Towards the end of the dream, I had been under the impression that the house had been cleared of the interlopers. Suddenly, I found myself in the basement, near my late grandfather's woodworking machines. The room was dark but there was enough light that I could see the shadowy legs of the bandsaw; I saw the polygonal angles of the vise swimming in the air above me.

I looked to my left and saw a smallish black shape inching across a brown paper bag. I looked closer and discovered it to be a slug of some sorts. It's antennae were comically-enlarged and I thought that I could see the black pool of its left eye as it slithered across the bag. "Shit," I thought to myself, "I thought I got all the mothers."

For some reason, I was sitting on the ground and I was unable to move as freely as I would have liked. As I watched, more slugs materialized. They patterned diagonally across the (now many) paper bags. I wanted to reach through the legs of the bandsaw to touch the slugs. I wanted to see if they were, indeed, slimey. I don't know why that was of such importance to me, but it was. I tried to reach through the gray metal legs of the bandsaw but I was not able to, seeing as how my ass was firmly glued to the cement floor, smacked down by paralysis.

As I watched, the slugs reached the floor and one turned into a large brown mouse. I didn't see any feet on the mouse; it seemed that it locomoted in the same way as the slugs: slimey slides. The mouse looked at me and it may have twitched its whiskers in my direction. I tried to reach for the mouse, but could not.

Then I awoke to the sound of my Superman alarm clock.

Odd dream. I think I might have been "inspired" by a picture that I took of a coffee bean. I remember looking at the picture, yesterday, and thinking to myself that it looked a lot like a beetle without legs. Or eyes, for that matter.


Melissa said...

Ha ha, I read pests as pets first, and thought, "Slugs as pets?"

Going back to read the rest, now that I have my head screwed on straight.

Drea said...

Weird dream.
Maybe you too were a slug and thats why you couldn't move?

Whats with the picture of the big turd??
(Or is that your coffee bean??)

Oestre-Bunny said...

Well I for one say yuck!

I hate slugs, what is the point in them really?

The One and Only A said...

"Slugs as pets..." Haha, Meliss.

Drea: That, my dear, is *not* a big turd--LOL--it is, in fact, a coffee bean. Yum-yum, turd-flavoured coffee.

Hi, O-Bunny--welcome to my blog. I think the point of slugs is to be a terrestrial gastropod mollusk that has a slow-moving enlongated body with no shell. That's it, I think. Oh! And also to be subject to bipedals' derisive jokes. Must suck to be a slug.


Oestre-Bunny said...

Yeah, I really think it must.