Ok, so the dream I had last night was another one of those really weird, quite lucid dreams. It was the middle of winter, and I was living in this large converted-warehouse-type apartment in the downtown area of some large city. It was night time, and I was throwing some big party. Among the attendees of this party (and there were hundreds) were Grumperina and her grandmother (sporting her lovely periwinkle beret, no less) and John Edwards and family. At one point towards the end of the evening, a very tired young Edwards boy (does Edwards have a son? ’cause in my dream, he had a 5- or 6-year-old son) came up and whispered to me that Jessi was lost and had to sleep outside under the swingset tonight. I had no idea who Jessi was, so I went up to Mrs. Edwards and asked if she knew what her son was talking about. She said she had told the manager of the apartment complex, but there was nothing they could do about it til morning.

So I left my party and went outside to search for Jessi, to at least bring her in from the cold (it was snowing). It turned out that Jessi was a little dachsund. This is where the dream gets weird (as if it weren’t weird enough to begin with). Jessi could talk, and from there, it turned into a musical.

“Oh Jessi, I want to bring you inside.”
“Yes, please bring me inside.”
“But you must not chase my two cats.”
“No, I will not chase your two cats.”

Quite surreal. THEN, as with any great epic drama, we were faced with an enemy: there were three evil cheetahs living in the park near the swingset. One was brown, one was orange, and one was yellow, and like Jessi our dachsund, they could talk (picture the Siamese cats singing in Lady and the Tramp). They were mean, vicious, fast, and did not want to let us go back inside.

When we finally got inside, Grumperina and her grandmother were waiting in the lobby for a taxi to pick them up, and back up in the apartment, Mr. Edwards and my father were talking politics over a large bottle of scotch. I told them about the cheetahs, and they said yes, they had seen them wandering around the neighborhood, but when I said they talked, they didn’t believe me. I told Jessi to tell them, but Jessi just barked. And that’s when I woke up.

My dreams just keep getting weirder and weirder.