The Wildlife Rehabber’s dream
I had the strangest dream last night. I was releasing a recently rehabbed baby opossum at the Brackett Park ball fields, in South Minneapolis. He was an exceptionally cute, friendly little baby of an opossum, and so small that I was concerned about his ability to take care of himself. As he exited the pet carrier I knelt down and petted him gently, murmuring reassurances that he was going to be OK.
A large, hairy, middle aged man in a plaid shirt and jeans approached and asked me what I thought I was doing. “Petting the ‘possums” I replied, rather sheepishly looking down at my shoes. He glared at me disapprovingly, then abruptly turned on his heel and strode off.
Corina said,
September 22, 2007 at 10:57 am
Of course it means that you should continue to nurture the things that need nurturing and that you shouldn’t ever give in to the bullies, regardless how big or menacing they may seem.
Actually, I don’t know what the hell the dream means but I like it. I think my analysis sounds pretty good!
Zelda said,
September 27, 2007 at 3:23 am
I have similar dreams, but they’re usually stressful… more like nightmares. Too many babies to feed, not enough people, not enough supplies. Sometimes my dreams mix up my rehab work with my humane society work, and I walk into a room full of wild and domestic animals, all crying out for help! I like your sweet possum dream. (They must not smell in your dreams, huh?)
Stevo said,
September 28, 2007 at 3:14 am
I like the message of the dream, and I’d like to pet a possum.
R. Hand said,
September 30, 2007 at 8:30 pm
Stevo: There’s a message in the dream? I think of dreams as just a bit odd.
They are a bit less complicated than real life which is why they make less sense.
pandemonic said,
October 24, 2007 at 12:22 am
That is a VERY strange dream. According to Mr. Hand, that would make you normal.
Bobby Goat GRUFF! said,
October 28, 2007 at 12:22 am
Oooh! Now I remember this dream. I wondered what the others were talking about.
By the way, I’ve moved.
– BONGO