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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
miwahni: B7 BlakeAvon Watching over youmiwahni on September 2nd, 2014 11:22 am (UTC)
Do you know, I like your interpretation far better than anything your book said.
Yes, by "traveller" I meant "gypsy" - perhaps I should get out of the stock market? It's called a bull or bear market, never heard mention of chickens there though. *g*
entropy_houseentropy_house on September 2nd, 2014 02:59 pm (UTC)
Maybe a chicken is someone afraid to play the market!