Some dreams are quite the wicked little tricksters!!
I've been trying to put Pookie away. I tried to stuff him in the side pocket of my cargo pants, but he couldn't get comfortable. He claimed I kept moving around too much and that he was getting motion sickness. I tried to put him in my jewelry box, but he kept saying that my earring posts were sticking him six ways from Sunday. I tried to put him in my Christmas closet, but he said the mixed smell of last year's cinnamon and pine scented potpourri was giving him a headache. Next, I stuffed him in the sewing tin, but my button fell off and I had to fish the tin and subsequently him back out. He was screaming mad about being left in there beside the pin cushion. I think he thought I was going to use all those pins to mount him to a board like the beautiful butterfly that he is. Finally, I tossed him into my lingerie drawer ... and he seemed happy. A little too happy if you ask me. I thought ... whew ... finally ... I can get Pookie off my mind.
Wouldn't you know that Pookie found a way back in? He hijacked my dream and seduced me in front of God, his angels and all mere mortals roaming that same wee houred dream scape -- dozens of strangers whom we ignored in favor of passion ignited by the light of ten thousand fireflies. I was so annoyed with myself, but I have to admit that Pookie is Giamaco Casanova incarnated, and I never stood a chance against his continuous advances. I hate to break this to Pookie's new interest, but I feel strongly that Pookie and I are now expecting at least one dream baby. Who knows, maybe even twins. Hmmm ... I wonder if every expected dream baby comes with a "how to" book. Gosh, I hope so, cuz I don't know nuthin' bout birthin' no dream babies.
It probably didn't help that I was listening to some fanciful and dreamy music before drifting off to sleep. Have a listen. Who know, maybe you will score some dream babies of your own. Be careful though, even "dem dream babies is 'spensive ventures."
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I'm a bit (okay, a lot) confused...
ReplyDeletePooky is the teddy bear belonging to Garfield in the comic strip and cartoon, and Pookie the Lion was a hand puppet on the Soupy Sales television show (which I'm sure you do not remember), and Pookie, who is football head-like Arnold's Grandmother in the cartoon called "Hey Arnold!", and Pookie was a character in the movie New Jack City (played by Chris Rock, no less)...
...and Pookie is also your imaginary friend/alter ego/ex-vip-to-you?
P.S. I can't recall any of those Pooky/Pookies which you mention with the exception of perhaps Garfield's teddy bear, I'm not even sure I have any clear recollection of that Pooky. I confess to being fairly illiterate in the pop culture world. My Pookie is just my Pookie ... no knock off, no copy cat ... just his lucky term of endearment.
ReplyDeleteHaving dream dalliances are fun - but a bit sticky for a man in the morning (especially if you are 15 to 20 years old.) The partner can be anyone made to your desire at the time. Or a real live person. Enjoy your sleep, but take an imaginary pill before slipping off to dream land.
ReplyDelete@ CP -- Frankly my dear, I enjoyed every imaginary but oh so vivid memory of it ;)
ReplyDeleteRecording and transfering dreams should be a thing of the present. So we have an imaginary Synjin? You would look beautiful pregnant.
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