More Weird Dreams

Okay. So analyze these...

Tuesday night I had a really weird dream involving animals.

Libby and I were at home and I was in the kitchen washing dishes while she gazed out the dining room window into the back yard. Much like this.

When she's not under my feet or pawing at the carport door to distract me, that's usually what she does while I'm washing dishes. Completely normal behavior.

Then she started barking, as she's wont to do. I talked to her a bit asking her what's out there. I figured it was a cat or the neighbor's dog or something. When I glanced out I see this fluffy critter sitting up on it's hind legs and I think, oh, it's a bunny.

But it wasn't. When it dropped to all fours and stood up, I realized that it was a coyote pup.(!!) It looked over and saw us peering out at it and instead of running off into the woods as most animals do, it came lumbering over to the window and started pawing at it to get in. I jerked Libby back and stared in horror as it started chewing at the window screen. I quickly yanked the drapes closed thinking that if it couldn't see us, it'd go away.

Then suddenly we're at the folks' house instead of mine (we didn't leave my house. My house just sort of morphed into the folks' house.) and I'm holding Libby while we look out of the window into their backyard. Mama was folding towels at the kitchen table while I watched the craziness outside. I could clearly see the mama coyote and a passel of pups and I told Mama, "They're everywhere!" to which she nodded and continued to fold towels. Then when I looked back outside, there was also a big bobcat (the feline kind, not the heavy machinery kind) jumping around out there. I remember thinking how crazy it was and wondering what was going on. Was I in a Stephen King novel or something?

And that's when I woke up. What does it all mean? That I feel my world has launched into chaos full of fear? Or that I need to stop drinking Baily's in my coffee before I go to bed?

*shakes head*

Then last night it was a sad/annoying dream.

I'm almost scared to tell this one because it involves the death of a loved one. *shudders*

So. When it starts I'm at the folks' house with the rest of the family. It's somebody's birthday or something so we're all there. I'm sitting at the kitchen table talking to the sisters and Mama when Sis2 says something about when Gran's funeral will be and how she always thought Pop would go first and who's going to take care of Pop now because he can't take care of himself. (Gran is Daddy's step-mother not to be confused with his mother, Granny. Pop is his biological dad who we actually call Paw-Paw but because it's confusing that I have three Paw-Paw's I'm calling him Pop here.) (We're not exactly close with Gran and Pop because Pop isn't a terribly nice person, usually.) (Are you still with me?) I jumped up from the table and looked at everyone and was all, "What? Gran's funeral? You mean she's DEAD??"

Mama, who was standing at the counter cutting up chicken or something, looks up, rolls her eyes and says, "I told you that." (Something she does all the time because she's always thinking she's told me stuff when actually it was one or both of my sisters that she told. She's also bad to repeat stuff back to me that I've told her except when she repeats it back to me she says that one of my sisters told her. I think she's getting senile. Or has too many similarly faced daughters.)

In complete outrage, I replied, "No you didn't. I think I'd have remembered that my step-grandmother was dead." She insists that she told me and I keep insisting that she hadn't. I look at Sis2 and ask, "When did you find out?"

"Friday," she says. She's eating chocolate and says it in this completly nonchalant way.

"You've known since Friday and you didn't tell me?"

(Apparently the day of the dream is a Wednesday. Why we'd be having a birthday party on a Wednesday is beyond me.)

She shrugs, "I thought you knew!"

"Well I didn't!" And I get completely upset and distraught. Not because my step-grandmother is dead but because no one told me about it!

"No one ever tells me anything!" I sob.  And then I woke up.

I had the eerie sensation that maybe I needed to call Gran this morning.

So what does that dream say? That my subconscious feels guilty for being out of touch with Gran and Pop or that I feel as though my family finds me insignificant enough to leave me out of important  information? Or that I need to stop putting Baily's in my coffee before bedtime?

And now, for something un-dream related. We're expecting some more ice/snow overnight and with temps as low as they've been the past couple of days (for the south,  ya'll, 30 is COLD) it might actually stick again. So I may be out again tomorrow with a snow/ice day. I hope not, because I'm sick of cold and one big blanket of the white stuff this year is more than plenty for me.

Hope all ya'll getting blasted by this current blizzard are taking care and staying warm!