Saturday, May 14, 2011

I Had a Dream

I had an interesting dream the other night. I probably have interesting dreams every night, but I don't always remember them when I wake up. Sometimes I think that the more interesting the dream is, the more likely I am to remember it the next morning. It's an appealing and reasonable explanation, but it may not be the right one, especially considering that the dream I had the other night wasn't actually that interesting after all.

I dreamed I was staying in a house that wasn't my own, and it was located in a place I'd never been to before. There were a lot of other people in the house, and they were all visitors there as well. I remember that the room I was staying in -- and for that matter, the entire house -- was decorated in a style that I would have never chosen myself.

I didn't really know most of the other people in the house. I knew one woman, but she wasn't in the house. She may not have even been in the dream. But she had a pet mouse that for some reason liked to stay in my room.

Like all mice, it was very cute. It was also very tiny and it squeaked a lot. At some point, and for some reason -- possibly to muffle its squeaks, or possibly to keep it safe from being accidentally stepped on -- I placed the mouse inside the mouth of a flexible plastic toy animal and zipped the mouth shut.

I took the plastic animal downstairs with me, and whenever people heard it squeak, they'd come over to me and ask what was inside. So I'd unzip the mouth a little and they'd see the mouse inside and say, "What a tiny little mouse! It's so cute!"

I went from one room to another, trying to ignore the interior d├ęcor, and encountering different people in each room. Some people I didn't know at all, and some people I knew only vaguely, but they all had the same reaction to the mouse: "What a tiny little mouse! It's so cute!

The mouse was cute. There's no denying that. It was mostly white with some more-or-less symmetrical white-brown patches on its sides. It had a cute little face too, much more expressive than the faces on the mice you see in real life. And, of course, the fact that it was so tiny made it even cuter.

I remember showing the mouse to some guy I may have been related to, and then walking into another room and showing it to someone else. "It's so tiny!" she told me. "I know," I said. "Isn't it cute?"