| I am lying on my back in the grass, in the company of some people I sort of know. A small dog walks towards me, and makes as if to go onto my belly. Now, I don't want the small dog to walk onto my belly, so I hold my arm in its way, and it pulls up short. But I also don't want the people I sort of know to think that I am mean to small dogs, and so I begin to talk to the dog. (My voice in the dream as I say the things below is that of a cross between a preacher and Bill Cosby. It is something of a sermon, the pauses are very important to the effect) I say to the dog as follows below: You are a dog..... who is small. God gave you this gift..... to confuse people. Take this gift...... of being a dog..... and of being small..... And use it to confuse people! (and then I wake up from laughing) |