Dreams

My thinking is overly rational right now. Can you help me feel it out?

I hear a knock at the front door. As I walk by the dog, he wags his tail but doesn't get off the sofa. The sun seems to be rising or clouds clearing because the light from outside becomes brighter as I approach the door.

Looking through the window on the door, (the blinds are up, leaving the window open), I see the bench, and the two bushes on my front lawn are in bloom. There is no one at the door but a flicker of movement to the right of the white lilac bush in the middle of the yard. I open the door and look in that direction and see a large fawn, just losing his spots and he is backing shyly away from the front steps.

In aggravation I close the door and there is another knock, more insistent.

Again the fawn is backing away and I close the door and for the third time there is a louder, more insistent knock at the door. I awake as my hand touches the doorknob and my last thought in the dream is to yell at the fawn and tell it to go away though I wake before I can enact that thought.
Posted on Sunday, June 25, 2006 -- 5 comments
Posted by Blogger Canadian Mark, at Mon Jun 26, 08:55:00 a.m.  
A quick bit of Googling with the phrase "dream dictionary fawn" came up with this result:

Dream Interpretation Fawn:

* To dream of seeing a fawn, denotes that you will have true and upright friends.

So, in your case, you might have true and upright friends that play ding-dong-ditch.
Posted by Blogger §hria, at Mon Jun 26, 09:23:00 a.m.  
Ding-dong-ditch, I have not heard that in a looooong time! LOL
Posted by Blogger Canadian Mark, at Mon Jun 26, 11:06:00 a.m.  
Yes, well, it comes with having an 11-year-old step-daughter in the house. We're ding-dong-ditched-daily around here.
Posted by Blogger Les Becker, at Thu Jul 06, 04:28:00 p.m.  
In my day, "Ding-dong-ditch" was called "Nicky-nicky-nine-door".I'd like to believe it's a "where you're from" thing, but it's more likely that I'm just damned old.
Posted by Blogger §hria, at Sat Jul 08, 12:29:00 a.m.  
Come to think of it, we called it Ring-and-run or something like that.
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