hum. dreams post
Jul. 16th, 2002 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperHad v. odd dream last night. Well, not actually odd, as in no pink elephants started flying about. It was in terms of a radio broadcast :
'In latest entertainment news, Alan Cumming has signed to a new project - a revival of Hamish Macbeth, starring Robert Carlyle and all the original cast. Alan Cumming will be acting as narrator and the new owner of a shop in the village.' Then followed an excerpt of an episode.
Damn it, why can't I have weird dreams like normal people? I *never* get anything interesting like film stars or flying elephants. Well, um, apart from the wolf dreams. I've told people about these, and no-one else admits to this type. I'm a female alpha wolf out in the wilds, and just... living my life. With all the reality of it. Sometimes running across the snow with grit in my paws and a slightly strained muscle from landing badly when I jumped a stream the day before - and I know this because I've had the dream with that scene in it. Curled around my cubs in the winter. Hunting and bringing down a deer with the rest of the pack, right up to and including the moment of kill - tasting the blood, everything.
'In latest entertainment news, Alan Cumming has signed to a new project - a revival of Hamish Macbeth, starring Robert Carlyle and all the original cast. Alan Cumming will be acting as narrator and the new owner of a shop in the village.' Then followed an excerpt of an episode.
Damn it, why can't I have weird dreams like normal people? I *never* get anything interesting like film stars or flying elephants. Well, um, apart from the wolf dreams. I've told people about these, and no-one else admits to this type. I'm a female alpha wolf out in the wilds, and just... living my life. With all the reality of it. Sometimes running across the snow with grit in my paws and a slightly strained muscle from landing badly when I jumped a stream the day before - and I know this because I've had the dream with that scene in it. Curled around my cubs in the winter. Hunting and bringing down a deer with the rest of the pack, right up to and including the moment of kill - tasting the blood, everything.
