5.20.2004
when i was growing up, we lived on the back end of the roger williams park & zoo. it's nice, it's built on a lake-type thing that runs through the whole place, providing water for the animals that live in water, etc. you can rent paddle boats and go around pretty much the whole park, under nice old bridges, up to the back end of "animal habitats" and the like. so yeah, we literally lived right behind it, so a lot of our childhood was spent there, whether we were just dicking around in the (no longer quite so cool) japanese gardens, riding the carousel, or just sitting there eating frozen lemonades off the back of the del's truck.
now the reason i've told you all of this, is because lately, i've been having these weird dreams. by lately, i mean "since last night." but i had one before the 6am wake up call, and one after i fell asleep for my 6:20-7:56am nap. so that makes it recurring. right?
anyway, in the dreams, things are happening all around me, stuff's going on, really important heavy-type stuff, but i'm watching it from underground. i can see it because all around me in the underground "bunker(?)," there are these plastic or plexiglass domes, protruding from the roof and out onto the surface. you stand up inside one, and your head's in there, looking out at the stuff around you, but nothing gets in, and you can't really communicate with the outside world (well, unless you tapped on the dome, but more about that in a second).
this whole concept is directly linked to my visits to that zoo as a kid. they had this awesome prairie dog habitat over by the polar bears, where you descended underground into this viewing area, where there were, like, twenty or so of the aforementioned domes sticking up into the prairie dog grounds. when i was much younger, my father had to lift me up so i could get my head up in there and see all the action. sometimes the prairie dogs were just standing there. sometimes they were licking themselves and each other, in gross and not-so-gross ways. sometimes they were fighting. sometimes they were doing "the" nasty. every time, i was tapping on that plastic, not sure why, maybe i was trying to get one to come up and tap back. never happened, at least not that i can remember.
i went back there most recently three years ago, and there's no prairie dog habitat. i was pissed.
now the reason i've told you all of this, is because lately, i've been having these weird dreams. by lately, i mean "since last night." but i had one before the 6am wake up call, and one after i fell asleep for my 6:20-7:56am nap. so that makes it recurring. right?
anyway, in the dreams, things are happening all around me, stuff's going on, really important heavy-type stuff, but i'm watching it from underground. i can see it because all around me in the underground "bunker(?)," there are these plastic or plexiglass domes, protruding from the roof and out onto the surface. you stand up inside one, and your head's in there, looking out at the stuff around you, but nothing gets in, and you can't really communicate with the outside world (well, unless you tapped on the dome, but more about that in a second).
this whole concept is directly linked to my visits to that zoo as a kid. they had this awesome prairie dog habitat over by the polar bears, where you descended underground into this viewing area, where there were, like, twenty or so of the aforementioned domes sticking up into the prairie dog grounds. when i was much younger, my father had to lift me up so i could get my head up in there and see all the action. sometimes the prairie dogs were just standing there. sometimes they were licking themselves and each other, in gross and not-so-gross ways. sometimes they were fighting. sometimes they were doing "the" nasty. every time, i was tapping on that plastic, not sure why, maybe i was trying to get one to come up and tap back. never happened, at least not that i can remember.
i went back there most recently three years ago, and there's no prairie dog habitat. i was pissed.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 3:50 PM 
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