Last night I had a strange dream. Normally I don't remember my dreams but this one was trippy.
For some reason in the dream (lost in context), I was outdoors at a park or the beach and a seagull targeted me for poop.
Then, as I was heading home, fairly upset about having been shat on (the bird hit me on the right arm), a pigeon nailed me in the back of the head. Obviously, I was even more distraught.
Any ideas?
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You found yourself outside, you can't remember why. You usually need a good reason to be outside. Then you are chastened for being outside by birds. Your dream suggests you have a fear of nature. Or birds, perhaps. Maybe coprophobia. Or fear of airborne pathogens. Maybe none of the above. Who knows.
Okay, here's my weird dream from a couple of weeks ago. I'm in Vegas with a guy I went to med school with named Gene. We go in to the Playboy Hotel (there is no Playboy Hotel in Vegas). We go up to the top floor, the elevators open, and it's like a baroque palace inside. There's a Massage Parlour that really is a parlour: It has a high, ornatley decorated ceiling. There are plush, upholstered couches staffed by amazonesque Scandanavian masseuses. We pass through this room to a Manicure Parlour. Same kind of set-up, but there are two diminutive South East Asian manicurists to each patron. We see another room curtained off from this one in heavy purple velvet. I've lost Gene at this point. Then I head off through a turnstile to a low-celinged, fluorescent-lit convenience store, and buy a pack of Doritos. I shit you not. The dream ends.
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There's no Playboy Hotel in Vegas? Seems like there really should be.
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