It’s my birthday today, so I’m going to indulge myself a little…
The first dream I can remember having was animated. And when I say animated, it’s the 1950s-1960-style Disney animation, not the more-lifelike-than-reality animation we have today.
It was also the only animated dream I can ever remember having.
Anyway, in the dream, I was a fish. My name, in fact, was Mr. Fish. And I was hanging out with a bunch of other cartoon animals, all with names as obvious as my own: Mr. Horse, Mr. Cow, Mr. Rabbit, etc. We were all just there, in the animal neighborhood, making friendly conversation, as eponymous cartoon animals tend to do.
Suddenly, however, a monster appeared in our midst. I don’t remember what he looked like, but I remember he was large, scary and hungry. He was determined to eat one of us.
“Don’t eat me,” said Mr. Goat. “Eat Mr. Horse.”
Don’t eat me,” said Mr. Horse. “Eat Mr. Rabbit instead.”
“Don’t eat me, eat Mr. cow,” said Mr. Rabbit. On and on it went, through all of the animals, with the monster turning his attention to whoever was named next. Finally someone — maybe it was Mr. Pig — said, “Don’t eat me, eat Mr. Fish.”
The monster turned toward me.
“Don’t eat me,” I said … but there was no one else to name. We’d gone through all of the animals, and I was the last one. With a growing sense of terror, I realized that I was doomed.
Fortunately, I woke up at that point, and lived to dream again.
Fortunately for you, this was a one-off, and I won’t be recounting any more dreams in this blog.