Gigantic Birds and Toilets

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A large group of our family and friends were staying the week in an old house, just outside of town. The adults were running around busy with chores and chatting, while the cold weather outside kept the children in their rooms with nothing to do.

Everything was going smooth until the night before Christmas. There was an emergency call. The frantic caller pleaded with us, “Gather as many birds as you can and bring them back! They are the only way we can be saved from catastrophe!”

My mother and I looked at each other and then out the windows at the snow covered streets and hills, took a deep breath and said, “Let’s do this.”

Our mission was to ride two gigantic birds, which stood as tall as the house, into the wilderness to gather thousands of small birds and bring them back. It was going to be quite the journey, as we had to travel a long distance in the blowing snow and cold to gather them.

But it was the only way and someone had to do it. We ran outside to the gigantic birds, which were standing across from each other on the driveway. My mother jumped inside the black bird immediately after it transformed into a Toyota Camry. Apparently, she wanted to drive part of the way and fly the rest.

I looked over at the other bird which days before had been, to the naked eye, nothing more than a newly purchased white Camry. “Mom, which one am I going to take?”

Suddenly she remembered that we needed to take the toilet with us. She ran in the house. After several minutes of pacing in the cold, I went in after her. She had finished cleaning the toilet, but was now scrubbing the shower curtain with the toilet brush.

“Mom! We have to go! We can clean later.”

We grabbed the toilet and ran out to the driveway, where the cars had by then, already switched back to gigantic birds. The snow was blowing hard all around us and I saw my son standing in the midst of it.

“Wouldn’t you rather stay here?” I asked him, worried that he would get too cold during our mission.

“No, it’s sooo boring in there,” his voice dragged on.

“Okay, well climb aboard. Let’s go save the day!”

Then I woke up.

This was too funny not to share. If this dream had a meaning, I wonder what it would be.

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17 Responses to Gigantic Birds and Toilets

  1. pardenme says:

    LOL! You’re adorable. Nothing better than riding on air, in a sparkling clean Camry with an onboard potty and your favorite people. Super non-boring road trip!

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  2. That is totally bonkers. I can’t even begin to come up with what the heck that could be about.

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  3. I was reading thinking, wth? HS she gone completely mad 🙂

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  4. I was relieved you grabbed the toilet. That made it make MUCH more sense. 😉

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  5. Now how could I not read a post entitled, “Gigantic Birds and Toilets”???? And thankfully, you didn’t disappoint……your post was indeed about gigantic birds and a toilet! Sounds like your dreams are quite the adventure….better than alot of flicks out there these days!

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    • mewhoami says:

      I thought that title might get the attention of some. 🙂 Plus I had no idea what else to name it. It was quite the adventure and even more of a shock when I woke up and still remembered it. A very perplexing “what just happened?” movie could be made from that.

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  6. April says:

    When I have dreams about toilets, I usually have to pee. I have to thank you for the chuckle this morning.

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  7. Great dream, I must say 🙂 Do you have many loose endings outside your house? The toilet often means something about getting rid of trash in a dream. Thank you for sharing.

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  8. amommasview says:

    Haha! What an adventure 🙂

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