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01 September 2014 @ 09:33 pm
Give me back my chickens!  
I had the weirdest dream the other night. In it, I was keeping chickens (well, hens, really) in long low cages, stacked in the back of a 4WD vehicle in my backyard. I wanted to get a proper henhouse built and to that end I engaged a traveller family who had stopped by. While the man of the family was going over the plans with me, his wife took out a tray of chickens saying that she needed to take them with her while the henhouse was being built. I was having a tug-of-war with her, telling her to keep her hands off my chickens, when I woke up.

I've been thinking about it since, and wondering what it's trying to tell me. Am I such a slave to routine and "what I've always done" that I can't let things go even when I know that it's not good for me, or that there's a better way of doing? Am I such a control freak that I can't give up control of any aspect of my life?
Or did I just have too much cheese at dinner time?
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Strike while the irony is hot: [EMATE] CUPPAdraycevixen on September 1st, 2014 02:20 pm (UTC)

I'd go with your subconscious realization that the chickens are in league with the penguins and are, in fact, our evil overlords.

Well, that or the cheese.
miwahnimiwahni on September 2nd, 2014 11:19 am (UTC)
Oh definitely the penguins. And that sort of megalomania knows no bounds. I'd say I got off pretty lightly really - lucky I realised this now, and not after I got the coop built.