We
are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Beagle Posse and I were having a
nice day watching sunshine melt snow. Tommy said, “While you're
resting, we want to talk to you about your sleeping.”
“What about it?”
Tuppence spoke up, “We notice you've been talking a lot in your sleep, and your legs and arms sometimes jerk. That keeps us awake.”
I looked from the corner of my eye at them, “No one says you have to sleep on the bed with us.” The only reply to that was a growl from Tuppence. When there's growling to be done, she is the designated rumbler.
“What about it?”
Tuppence spoke up, “We notice you've been talking a lot in your sleep, and your legs and arms sometimes jerk. That keeps us awake.”
I looked from the corner of my eye at them, “No one says you have to sleep on the bed with us.” The only reply to that was a growl from Tuppence. When there's growling to be done, she is the designated rumbler.
“And you think you can interpret my
dreams and make me calmer?”
“Dreams are easy,” said Tommy. “We can tell you what your heart's desire is.”
“You mean you think I have a desire other than having less cheeky dogs?”
“Dreams are easy,” said Tommy. “We can tell you what your heart's desire is.”
“You mean you think I have a desire other than having less cheeky dogs?”
Tuppy sniffed, “You're lucky to have
us. If we weren't here, you'd have no one to clean dropped food off
the floor, and your yard would be over run with cats, postal workers,
wussels and jagulars.”
“Yeah, and I'd have all that useless money I spend on kibbles, treats, flea protector, and vet bills. And what do you mean, 'dreams are easy'? People from soothsayers to psychiatrists have been trying to figure them out, and they still aren't sure.”
“Are they beagles?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah, and I'd have all that useless money I spend on kibbles, treats, flea protector, and vet bills. And what do you mean, 'dreams are easy'? People from soothsayers to psychiatrists have been trying to figure them out, and they still aren't sure.”
“Are they beagles?” Tommy asked.
“No, but some of them are very smart
people.”
“But not beagles.”
“No.”
“Then they don't count.”
“Humans don't count?”
“Humans who don't fill our food bowls don't count.”
“OK, whatever you say. But you really think you can tell me what my dreams mean.”
Tuppence said, “In your dreams, is your nose pointed up or down.”
“My nose.”
“That's the whole key to dreams.”
Tommy went on, “There are only six kinds of dreams.”
“Oh, really?”
“But not beagles.”
“No.”
“Then they don't count.”
“Humans don't count?”
“Humans who don't fill our food bowls don't count.”
“OK, whatever you say. But you really think you can tell me what my dreams mean.”
Tuppence said, “In your dreams, is your nose pointed up or down.”
“My nose.”
“That's the whole key to dreams.”
Tommy went on, “There are only six kinds of dreams.”
“Oh, really?”
“In two major groups. Your nose is
the indicator. Up or down.
“If it's up, you're either
remembering when you chased a squirrel; or you are chasing a
squirrel; or you are looking forward to when you're chasing
squirrels. If it's down, you're either remembering when you chased a
rabbit; or you are chasing a rabbit; or you are looking forward to
when you're chasing rabbits. Those are the six kinds of dreams. Nose
up, squirrel. Nose down, rabbit.”
“And you think one of those is what I'm dreaming?”
“And you think one of those is what I'm dreaming?”
“One of those is any dream. Every
dream.”
I pondered how to respond to that. “You
know, it doesn't sound very scientific to me.”
Tuppence came right up to my face and
said, “It is perfect psychological analysis. We are strictly
Freudian.”
I started to laugh. “I'd have guessed
you were Pavlovian.”
They snarled and stomped out the dog door. Tuppence tossed back, “I'll ring YOUR bell.”
They snarled and stomped out the dog door. Tuppence tossed back, “I'll ring YOUR bell.”
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ReplyDeleteWell? Which was it? Nose up or nose down?
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