Last night I dreamt I was a big cat, possibly a tiger, much to the excitement of my young son. At the moment he finds it highly necessary to thrust various farmyard animals, cuddly toys, cardboard cutouts, toy cars and various other objects into my hands and instruct me in the art of role play which invariably involves me being mummy pig/purple car/giraffe/rabbit while he, baby pig/red car/elephant/Tigger, holds inane conversations with me about mundane animal/motor activities. Anyway, I digress (into a hell of my own making). Last night I dreamt I was a tiger and my partner was, I think, also present as some other kind of big cat. We did not really wholly look like these animals. What does that mean? Does it connect in any way with the dream I had about escaping from a perilous gangland nightclub situation on the no.73 bus only to find myself trapped in a dark outdoor stairwell by Donald Sutherland. Or does it have any connection with my dream about being back at school with an old school friend and the guy out of An Officer and a Gentleman reliving my recurring dream of being sat on the toilet in a public place whilst not being able to close the cubicle door properly? At least I looked and felt sexy this time. Perhaps it’s linked to the other dream I had last night about the social dilemma of whether to attend some exams or go to the 3 weddings of 3 of my cousins (all of which were happening on the same day). No wonder I’m so tired all the time. I spend most of my unconscious time agonising over social decisions, running for my life or trying to maintain modesty on the toilet.
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