Bunny Dreams

I dreamt that there were bunnies in my kitchen. Four cute fluffy white bunnies. They were trying to tell me something with their cute little twitching bunny noses, but I wasn't getting it. They were hopping around in a circle but their furry little feet kept slipping on the shiny linoleum. I had the brilliant idea to throw sugar on the floor to give them traction. It didn't. They just kept kicking it into little sugar dunes. They tried to lick the sugar off their feet but it just made them wet and the sugar turned to glue and they became stuck to the floor with sugar-glue.

This attracted the ant. He was a biggun. He was the size of a good house cat and walked on his hind legs like Mr. Peanut, but without the top hat and monocle. He carried a small green banjo and was playing and signing "Desperado" by the Eagles. Let me tell you "Desparado"on banjo is an interesting experience.

I tried to kill him but the only weapon I could find was a butter knife. I was fencing with a giant walking ant, me with a butter knife and he with his banjo. He was backing away from me when he fell over backwards over one of the bunnies that was stuck to the floor. When he hit the floor on the other side he burst into a puff of dust, like a vampire staked by Buffy. His banjo stayed behind.

All the commotion had awakened my son. He came to the kitchen door and stood there with his hands on his hips and yelled at me "remember you love me". Standing there in my kitchen of tiny sugar dunes, ant-dust and bunnies stuck to the floor with sugar-glue and shouted back at him. "Of course I love you." He yelled back at me "Him too, remember you love him too."

I suddenly remembered that Hubby and I had a big argument before he stormed off to go to bed and I let him go to bed mad. That whole thing about never go to bed angry, I had never subscribed to it. No matter how mad Hubby was when he went to bed he always woke up in a good mood and the storm would pass. If it was a really big fight, he woke up in a good mood but still wanted to talk about it. In my dream somehow it seemed very important that tonight I didn't let it end that way.

I wakened slightly and curled my body around my hubbys back, kissed the nape of his neck and said "I love you" he stirred, snuggled closer and said "mmghfmmmfj" but I'm pretty sure he got the message.

I went back to dream land and my kitchen. The kitchen was spotless, no bunnies sugar-glued to the floor, no tiny piles of sugar, no ant-dust. My son was sitting in the middle of the floor playing the tiny green banjo singing the theme from Barney "I love you, you love me, together we're a family", etc. He had the most beautiful smile on his face.

Sometimes are dreams are trying to tell us something, we just have to listen.

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