Dreams I Might Have Had
TheBunny
So, this one time, in band camp...actually it was a film night at college, sorry to mix movie metaphors on you like that...but, once I did attend a three day Monty Python festival. All weekend long, with college co-eds piled into the cafeteria, we gathered our sleeping bags, pillows, and pajamas, to watch nothing but Monty Python movies back to back to back. It was long, it was hard, it was funny, there were boys there. I didn't wear pajamas with feet in them, but, if I had them that night, I might have (I was that kind of girl in college-still am, actually.) I fell asleep, I woke again, I drifted back to sleep again. I can remember rolling over, somewhat groggy, asking what movie we were watching.
"Shhh," was the response I got, "he's about to meet the bunny."
'What bunny?' I should have known not to ask that. It was THE BUNNY, silly. Ah yes, that famous bunny-the great bunny, you know the one, the one with the fangs who comes out of the cave and eats you when you least expect it? Yes, that bunny.
I don't remember falling back to sleep that night, but I'm certain that I did. I woke to the smell of old beer, with drool on my pillow, stale popcorn in my hair, and presumably some strange dreams in my head. Maybe I had dreams about knights in shining armor, about soft fluffy shrubs, about bunnies with fangs, about people who run around in the forest and say, 'Ni' because, well, just because they can.
You don't say, 'Ni!' in your dreams, do you? I don't think I do either, but I might have that night.
"Shhh," was the response I got, "he's about to meet the bunny."
'What bunny?' I should have known not to ask that. It was THE BUNNY, silly. Ah yes, that famous bunny-the great bunny, you know the one, the one with the fangs who comes out of the cave and eats you when you least expect it? Yes, that bunny.
I don't remember falling back to sleep that night, but I'm certain that I did. I woke to the smell of old beer, with drool on my pillow, stale popcorn in my hair, and presumably some strange dreams in my head. Maybe I had dreams about knights in shining armor, about soft fluffy shrubs, about bunnies with fangs, about people who run around in the forest and say, 'Ni' because, well, just because they can.
You don't say, 'Ni!' in your dreams, do you? I don't think I do either, but I might have that night.