Pet Tigers Devour Poppies

I had a weird dream last night.  In this dream, I was traveling (nothing new) to a new place – Long Island…(huh?  NEW?  Not…) and on this trip, I went for a walk to check out the neighborhood.  I found the water and had to cross a bridge to get to it.  It was an old wood bridge that appeared to be sturdy.  You picked up on the word “appeared” didn’t you?

I was talking to my Mom on my Blackberry and as I crossed the bridge, it started to twist & turn.  I refused to hang up, but instead put the phone in my mouth and pretty much had to shimmy up and across the bridge.  As I get to the other side, I drop my pashmina.  I am disappointed, but then realize I have crossed far enough that I will be able to get it fairly easily.  Until I see the tigers.  Yes, there are three tigers down there!  Well, the size of the bridge makes sense now!  Quite frankly, the enormous spanse of the bridge didn’t make sense ~ because everything else has so far…

Oh, but the tigers are on the other side of the gully ~ I am good.  I look down at the pashmina & it has landed on the ground near a patch of yellow poppies that are growing on one of the supports for the bridge.  Another patch of orange poppies are next to the scarf.  As I am hanging there, still shimmying across the bridge, I think “wow, those poppies are beautiful & would make a good picture from here.  Crap, I don’t have my camera…but I DO!  My new Blackberry has a camera on it!”  I take it out of my mouth and snap a pic.  Success.  Award winning.  The lighting is amazingly perfect; sun kissed and glowy.

I am about to drop to get the pashmina and the tigers catch my eye again.  OH MY GOD! There are children over there!!  They are closing in  on them!!  I need to call someone, I need to do…nothing.  They seem to know the tigers.  They “attack” the kids by licking them and knocking them down by rubbing their heads lovingly against them.  The sheer size of their heads is enough to knock them down.  They are pet tigers.  The father of the kids along with another little one walk out and the igers and humans visit.  They are a family.

Once I land, the orange poppies have turned into a friend of mine’s little girl. She is in her pjs (sun has almost been setting for a while now).  I tie up her orange robe that is light and flowing, just like the petals on a poppy.  She looks adorable in the robe.  Not too tough, she’s an adorable girl to begin.  Just not too sure why she is in there ~ I don’t really know her all that well.

Now my sister is with us too, reminding me that we better get a move on.  We are a mile or two from the hotel/house – not sure which we are heading to.

Next I know, we are at something that resembles Southlake Mall (the mall near my hometown in NW IN).  Whatever our destination was, seems to be attached to it.  There was some great food, but I had to run an errand 1st.  I went to the mall area and found the place where my company has a little space.  We don’t need retail space for what we do.  This doesn’t make sense, but come on…the tigers do?

I go in and it’s really just a hallway back to a storage area where many of my co-workers are making a video that requires them to rollerblade in the roller-derby-esque setting.  There are bits and pieces of shredded paper strewn about.  That part at least makes sense.  We use a lot of paper.  I just walked in, laughed, said hi, and left.  I had to meet up with my foreigners, but had to go get the food from the house 1st.

There was a lot of stuff in the house.  I went to  the basement which was very 70’s – all red brick – it was a huge space and my friend was down there playing the guitar.  There was a ton of music equipment in the center of the room that morphed into exercise equipment.  He was no longer playing guitar, but lifting hand weights.  His arms looked really nice ;)

I just remember trying to get his attention.  He didn’t seem to care much about me, but my response to him and his flexing muscles.

That’s all I remember.  Have fun interpreting that one!