All I had was a single glass of wine last night after dinner. Seriously! And it wasn’t even close to bed time. Yet I still had the most peculiar dream.<\/p>\n
For some inexplicable reason, I was living with my brother. Instead of the house being in western Massachusetts, it was my Aunt and Uncle’s place down the street from where I was raised on Cape Cod.<\/p>\n
One night, while sleeping in the living room, I got up to get some water from the kitchen. I’d forgotten that they had a gate blocking the entrance to the kitchen to keep their pet walrus in there at night.<\/p>\n
Yes, pet walrus.<\/p>\n
Needless to say, the walrus was just as startled of me as I was of it. It began yelping (I’ve never heard a walrus in real life, but in my dream it sounded somewhat like a seal) and the whole scene woke every body up.<\/p>\n
Now, during the day, they let the walrus free to roam around the house and it gets along splendidly with my niece and nephew. But it held a grudge with me, apparently, for startling it so now it was constantly provoking me and chasing me.<\/p>\n
Later in the dream, there was a party taking place and the walrus was comfortably lounging in the dining room enjoying the attention of all the guests. But then I’d walk in and it would freak out and start chasing me.<\/p>\n
I think I need to lay off the wine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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