the giraffes again.

I can’t say why but I keep dreaming of giraffes. Dream interpretation is not something that I can say that I’ve really delved into, or even that I will, but I can’t shake this month’s sequence of dreams. The latest giraffe dream was a few nights ago. My best friend, Sophie is out of the country for a number of months but she is always taking a day trip home in my dreams. We laughed because she was packing like a fiend (just as she was when she left) and I put on a coat that was only the shell. We both found this fascinatingly hilarious (yes, I know now that it is not) but walking home from our laughing I had to go through this desert scene and past some outrageously tall men. As I got closer they switched between men and giraffes. From suites to spots. I was scared but I kept walking and smiled at them to make a friendlier space between us.

Do you think the giraffe bit has anything to do with the fact that I’ve been sporting a bra with giraffe spots? It’s like wearing a nude colored bra, but not. I’m going to keep these fascinations in the air for awhile and not rush to resolve them.

p.s. the picture is of a baby teether called Sophie the giraffe. Apparently, very popular. I thought it was most appropriate.

trying to follow my dreams, quite literally.

It was just on Friday that I dreamt that I was in a back yard looking for my pets. My body felt like I was only 10 years old. Spotted among the roots of a huge unidentifiable tree was a family of giraffe's with zebra stripes. I spent most of my dream chasing after them with my older brother. (picture via teenangster)