At least once a week for as long as I can remember I dream about alligators.
Sometimes snakes too, but mostly alligators.
The other night they were able to climb up a two-story building; the second floor was all windows that slid open. I was busy telling everyone to NOT open the sliding windows or else the alligators WILL come right inside.
It was all very stressful because of course, no one wanted to listen to me.
Why is that? I’m a helper. A voice of
Perhaps the news brings on some of my dream antics-I wish we could make some of this up. An alligator broke through a kitchen window, entered the house and made a mess. Including breaking wine bottles. If a gator tried to destroy my wine, I’d have a handbag, belt, and new shoes.
Or could it be from the day there was a baby alligator on the softball field during a game?
Maybe it’s from the time my Dad took us to Gatorland Zoo? God forbid he took us to a normal theme park…hello Disney is just down the road Dad.
|Suz, step-sister Lisa, brother Mark|
Perhaps I should stop fighting with the gator ‘in my brain’ thing and just adopt one. This loon has a pet gator who she dresses up and he rides an ATV.
|Photo from ABC news.|
Please dear lawd…why do all the lunatics live in Florida? Does the heat make
us them insane?
Last night as I was cooking dinner I looked up and saw another gator just casually wandered into a garage in Fort Myers.
If you believe the hippie voodoo stuff, my constant dreams about alligators can mean I have something to fear in my life. A foretelling of doom and gloom.
I’m calling BS on that.
Plus, I’ve been having alligator dreams my whole life.
I think it’s just a Florida thing; we’re all nuts.
Anything scary invading your sleeping hours?