King of the Jungle...and the Dust Bunnies
I had a most peculiar dream last night. It involved me discovering the safest bed in the world. It was a bed where you could slip in between the covers, and snooze soundly without ever having to worry about anyone trying to come in and attack you. Why? Well, apparently the safest way to sleep is to have a lion under your bed. Don't ask me the logistics of this, it's a dream, and I don't think it was designed to make sense.
There's this very specific mental image I have of the bed, which resembles one of those futon couches you can convert into beds, and it came with a nice, slick, black metal frame. And underneath it, sleeping soundly, is a lion. I don't know how the lion managed to get crammed under there, let alone find a comfortable position for sleeping. But I still can recall how its hind legs just stuck out from beneath the bed.
What boggles me is how in the dream I considered this a perfect sensible means of home security, and not once did it seem to cross my mind that perhaps the lion, being carnivorous and all, might pose more of a threat to me than any burglars could. Though the lion's hind legs sticking out from the bed looked distinctly animatronic. Maybe that's how I could justify sleeping above one of the most impressive land hunters in the world.
Today's Lesson: apparently, lions don't snore when you dream about them.
posted by Phillip at 2:26 PM
