Why I am a lizard:
About three years ago, I had a dream, but it was not just a dream; it was a Nebuchadnezzar in Babylon, Pharoah in Egypt dream, and I still have not divined the meaning of my dream.
I dreamt that I was cooking in a cozy little Southwestern kitchen. I was separating an egg, tossing the yolk from hand to hand to drain the white out. Whatever I was making only needed the white, but I hesitated about throwing out the yolk, not wanting to be wasteful. I looked down and saw the Lizard on the floor of the kitchen, and decided I would give him my egg cast-off. This Lizard lived in this place, and while he was not a pet per se, I liked the Lizard a lot, and was happy to give him the yolk. I threw it down to him on the floor, but just then, from some dark, unseen corner of the room, a Mouse darted out into the open where I had tossed the yolk, and ate it right up. It startled and frightened me, and I was angry that it took the yolk from the Lizard. But before I could react, compounding my shock and horror, the Lizard ambled over and ate the Mouse in two bites.
I was so stunned and astonished that I sat up wide awake and could not get back to sleep.
Unknown "LizHard"
- 16 years, 11 months, 2 days ago