I keep having a recurring nightmare dream where I’m in the animated Disney version of Robin Hood.
I love that movie. I totally had a crush on the fox that played Robin when I was little. (There was no hope for us, sadly. He was a fox. And animated. It just wouldn’t have worked out.)
Jonathan and I watched it on television a few weeks ago and ever since then I keep dreaming that Jonathan is Prince John and is screaming at the rhinoceros guards to“SEIZE THE FAT ONE!!”
Did I mention when he is screaming this HE IS POINTING AT ME?
When I tell Jonathan I keep having this dream just about every night, do I get sympathy?
He just laughs his ass off at me. Apparently, the fact that I have a recurring dream about being a portly, persecuted animated character is endlessly amusing to him.
So, now when it happens I have my own way of dealing with it.
Jonathan thinks it’s unfair that I keep rolling over (in my lumbering fashion) and smacking him with a pillow when it happens.
Think it’s totally acceptable.