Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Nascent Hopes



Dream #14: It's early morning. There's a knock at my door. I get out of bed and peer warily through the peephole. Someone has left me an odd parcel complete with a light bulb and straw bedding. Inside of it a baby chick nests sweetly, waiting to be let in. I don't remember ordering it. I recall that hatchlings can survive for 72 hours on the nourishment their egg provides and decide to go back to bed. I can figure out what to do with it later.

Strata of meaning:
-I would like to raise chickens but as a renter, do not have the setup.
-I need to prepare for an imminent interview, but am afraid of getting my hopes up.
-My biological clock is ticking

Did you catch the "peephole" pun?

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