A tiger by the tail …
When I was a child I would frequently dream about having a pet tiger. In my dreams, my tiger and I would frolic and play. He would even fetch sticks, and play hide-and-go-seek. We were inseparable. Sort of like Calvin and Hobbes only I was slightly less irritating than Calvin, and my tiger never spoke to me or anyone else. These were magical dreams fueled by the imagination of a child. But inevitably the dream would end. To this day I can still remember the pain I felt upon waking only to find my tiger was not lying next to my bed. I don’t remember my dreams as vividly as I did as a child, but I definitely remember this feeling of loss. Even if it isn’t tigers I dream of anymore.
I was slightly less irritating than Calvin
Really? Things sure have changed-now I would say Calvin was slightly less irritating than you.
it begs the question: what do you dream?
love and peace,
he’s dreaming of nice frothy beer, of course. or is that only Josh?
I think I would’ve found it more sad if I hadn’t just finished reading the Deep Thoughts that Josh linked to from his site.
Time for a girlfriend, or at a minimun, a cat?
go with the cat. girls don’t shed any less and aren’t as likely to warm one’s toes at the bottom of the bed.
love and peace,
As much as I love all animals, one thing I can say for certain is that I will not be getting a cat.
…too many people I like are alergic to them
you need a nice “Ted” bear.
Yes, and I am aware of the irony of these statements in light of the post about wanting a tiger as a child
Got one of those, Barb. But you knew that already, you silly goose.
wow, scully, this post touched my evil robot-girl heart. no small feat.
hope all is well with you.
Things sure have changed-now I would say Calvin was slightly less irritating than you.
Man, Josh beat me to that one — with a bullet. BANG!
crouching tiger, hidden meaning…
…if you can snatch the meaning of the dream from rick’s subconscious, then you are ready, grasshoppah!