My husband and I see an ant crawling on the counter top. Gross. Then, we notice a few other ones, as you usually see not one ant, but several at a time. Then, a GIANT ant comes crawling up the side of the counter – it is a Queen Ant. I’ve never seen one this big; the ant is about the size of my forearm. At first, it looks like a normal ant, but at second glance, I realize it actually looks like a Mini-Triceratops. It is green and yellow mottled, and not shiny and black, like I had originally thought. We decide to take the ant outside, and we think we should take it far away from the house, so it doesn’t get back in.
The ant is so big that the best container we can think of to carry this thing in is a poster-sized mailing tube. My dad doesn’t want to spend money on the tube so he makes a makeshift one, and I make him carry it in case it falls apart – I don’t want to touch the ant.
We hop on a golf cart, me, my dad and my husband, and head out. On our way to wherever we were going to drop it off, we pass through a water park – we have to drive the golf cart up onto a small ferry, and the ferry takes you through the park. The park is basically all water and the boat stops at different attractions along the way. Since people on our ferry want to see the park we stop at the hippo station. There are a bunch of hippos basking in the sun on a sandbar. The ferry is tiny and not very sturdy, and while we are there, two of the little kids on the ferry fall off the boat and land with the hippos.
I quickly hang on to a bar with my hands, and lean my body out of the boat, and I pick up one kid with my feet, bring him back on the boat and then do the same with the other one. One of the kid’s names is Faizal.
TRICERATOPS: Dream Forth tells me that To dream about a dinosaur suggests an antiquated ideology. You should consider eliminating these ways of thinking. Inspired by Dreams adds that, to dream that a dinosaur could also indicate previous issues that are returning to my subconscious conscious mind. So, apparently I’m supposed to stop thinking about what my subconscious is thinking about. Hm.
HIPPOPOTAMUS: Inspired By dreams tells me that the hippopotamus presents a sort of hybrid, in that it is an animal associated with diving beneath the water, where its large size is indicative of the enormous emotions that can be submerged. I’M IRISH AND ITALIAN….WE
shove our emotions deep inside and ignore them DON’T HAVE ENORMOUS EMOTIONS….WE HAVE ENORMOUS TOLERANCES FOR BOOZE AND ENORMOUSLY LOUD FIGHTING VOICES INSTEAD.
Dream Forth tells me that a hippopotamus is a quiet creature with hidden strengths. And, to dream of a hippopotamus pertains to revealing your strength and power. Hm, this means that I must have some hidden strength buried beneath….what kind of strength, I wonder? Strength enough to come out on top of this Right to Work bullshit legislature that has been pushed through our state government? Strength enough to run a marathon? Strength enough to survive never sleeping in past 6 o’clock AGAIN? If I am ever asked to survive a morning without coffee….surely I do NOT have strength enough for that.
BOAT: To dream that you are in or see a boat indicates that you are adept at handling your feelings and communicating them to others. Let me stop Dream Forth right there. Apparently Dream Forth didn’t listen to what Inspired By Dreams told me about hippos.
I am completely INEPT at handling and communicating my feelings. Are you kidding me? I take things too hard, I dwell about all of my screw-ups, and I am innately emotionally unstable, with severe depressive tendencies. Instead of explaining my deep inner emotions, I just act out angrily. This is so much easier and prevents me having to think about what is ACTUALLY bothering me. Dream forth asks me to consider the appearance of the water I was sailing on, as this can indicate my emotional state. Of course, I have no idea what the water looked like. I’m avoiding my emotions even in my dreams.
ANT: Inspired by dreams tells me that ants can appear in a dream when I am not dealing with a situation that is bugging me. The small size of this insect can also portray vulnerability or feeling insignificant. All I have to say about this is HIPPOS. How are ants and hippos the same? Weird.
So, what does all this mean? Should I delve further into what is bothering me in order to sort it out and make it right? Should I start therapy and try to pry whatever issues are submerged within my unconscious mind? Or should I drink a boatload of wine at night and soak up the alcohol in my system the next morning with buckets of coffee, fried eggs and bacon? Well, if you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you certainly know the answer to that question.