I often remember my dreams, but only for about 2 minutes after I wake up. In the first 30 seconds I think that the dream would make a great story. In the minute following I realize that it didn’t make any sense. And in that last 30 seconds it fades away. For some reason this one stuck around, though it is completely unusable for even the most avant-garde fiction.
The dream starts out with me looking out the window at the bonoboes. In reality a bonobo is primate that is closely related to both chimpanzees and humans. They’re smaller than chimps and are unusually peaceful animals. But in my dream a bonobo is a miniature kangaroo. Furthermore they’re not peaceful, but quite pugnacious creatures that will attack a human many times their size. And for some odd reason which was pertinent to the plot of the dream, but not at all to reality, they look exactly like house cats when they’re sitting still and only reveal themselves to be bonoboes when they start hopping towards you. And a bunch of them have gathered around my house. Someone leaves a door open and they begin invading the domicile and I flee upstairs. I come across the two castles I’ve built in a room, one made of Legoes and the other made of something else. I can’t remember what, but it was definitely not Legoes. And for some reason it was very important that I get these castles safely out of the house. Luckily I have luggage designed to carry the two miniature castles and I escape out the window. It may be interest that being attacked in my home by various creatures is not uncommon in my dreams.
I find myself on vacation. I think in reality my dreaming mind had already forgot about the miniature kangaroos. But if I were to make a story out of this mess I would be on the lamb from the kangaroos. At first I seemed to be in a rainforest, but it ended up being in Utah. The only indication that this rainforest was in Utah was that I later drove to BYU to see an old girlfriend, though it’s unclear why. Driving also never goes well in my dreams. I’m always stuck in some precarious situation; this time I was driving full speed down the highway in reverse. I’m pretty sure that cars can’t go full speed in reverse, but in the dream I was in traffic and attempting not to hit anyone while looking ahead in my rearview mirror. But I rarely die in my stressful driving situations, and I didn’t here either. I made it to BYU, only to have the dream switch up again entirely.
Now I’m in a steam filled bathroom. The only concrete detail I remember from this final portion is rinsing out my mouth and spitting out a lot of watery blood. I often lose teeth in my dreams, but in this case I was just spitting out this blood. And for some reason this was very important and I was relieved that I was able to get so much blood out.
So as you can see, there’s not much I can use here to further my literary career. But if there happen to be any dream analysts out there, I’d appreciate your feedback. Because a normal person doesn’t call a violent miniature kangaroo a bonobo.