Dream dogs and back to work

[seyewailo]

Dreamed of death all last night. I was escorted by my father, who was telling me how he had an affair. He took me to watch Death Herself go by in a boat, full of people who had been killed by their lovers. It was Her alright. He said her name was Black AnnaLee, and she was wearing a big antebellum dress and holding a parasol. She was black as night

Comments

[leafshimmer]

Black AnnaLee sounds scary indeed... but also delicious. A Goddess Oscar Wilde seemingly knew well since he wrote a poem whose refrain went: "Each man kills the thing he loves." Peter Lorre in the 1930s film Mad Love incarnated this with brilliantly seductive malevolence.

The dog was smoking a joint? Mind-blowing.

*hugs*

[seyewailo]

Usually she smokes cigars or cigarettes.

And seductive malevolence pretty much sums up that night's dreams.

[plaid_is_best]

Now you know where Flufffy's soul went...and when...Good Dream! I'm glad your Dad is havin' fun, too....

[seyewailo]

Sammi was the love of her life, after all.

I think Dad was trying to say that he had an affair when he was alive. But life is weird in deadtown.

[butter_n_sugar]

strange coincidence, Sammi was in my dream last night too. Only in sadder circumstances and somehow I was surrendering her and another dog to go and live somewhere else.

also, in that dream tackling a guy much larger than myself and holding him down while he struggled.

[seyewailo]

That is so sad. Sammi is in my dreams a lot. Of course so is Popcorn, my other ex's dog. I have a thing for chubby dark haired Long Island/Jersey girls with big yellow dogs apparently.

Of course usually Sammi is my traveling companion in my dreams. She smokes stogies and drives a GTO or old Charger. She is always driving in my dreams. That dog was butch.