Kill All Bunnies

A new organization has emerged onto the scene whose stated intent is to "Kill All Bunnies" . They reject nonviolent approaches and use magnifying glasses to refract the sun and burn stuff. They are urging Americans to join their cause and polls show them growing in influence. In fact, the newspaper publishes charts tracking the most popular factions and "Kill All Bunnies" is moving steadily up in the rankings. Even Donald Trump has mentioned them in an interview.

I disagree strongly with their motives and join a resistance movement to try and stop their influence. I am excited one day when the accordionist for The Decemberists knocks on our door. My sister answers the door while I sit expectantly in the den trying to hear what she wants. I assume she is here to join the cause but it turns out she is just going door to door plugging a new cell phone promotion for the company that sponsors them. She hands my sister a bag of microwave popcorn as part of the promotion. I put the bag in the microwave once she leaves and the bag bursts. I look at everyone in the room and say sorry.

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Rating: 8.  I am partial to dreams where there is something epic going on, like our very nation being threatened, and this one certainly qualifies. It should also be stated that I, in no way, believe The Decemberists to be sellouts and, were an organization ever to rise demanding that bunnies be killed, it is my assumption that they would nobly join the cause of the resistance.

Comments

[Jen Leo]

1.31.05
I was on some kind of cruise ship, but not the ultra big kind. It felt like I was on a holiday. The dream began with me on the top deck looking out towards shore. On the banks were big white polar bears. I was so excited to see the first one. And then I saw another, and another, and then I started counting them knowing that I'd be wanting to report back with how many I'd seen. It was a huge thrill like getting something you hadn't counted on or expected. As if it wasn't scheduled to happen at all, but here it was in full force. I counted more than fifty polar bears and the ship slowly made it's way. When we got to land and got off, it turned out that I was getting out of a truck. The truck drivers were big burly manly men that you would expect to be in the kinds of territory where polar bears are found. I then realized how cold I was and went to the cab of the truck to get something to warm me up.

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Rating 8. I felt great in this dream. And it gets extra points because previously I woke up before my alarm went off to an awful all to realistic dream about an ex boyfriend. It was painful, and in my dream I was very weak-willed. When I woke up feeling disgusted with myself I purposefully went back to sleep refusing to start my day feeling that way. So, the polar bears did just the trick.

But I think you get credit. Since it's Animal Dream Month on Lullablog, my subconcious wanted to participate. :-)