Message #41667

[guest587]

strange metamorphosis... self assembling kitchenware with a personality turned into boy married to a goat named wendy

a woman enters what appears to be my house, she looks similar to my childhood friend hannah. she has taken it upon herself to help make life easier for mom and i. i recognize her acts, she is sitting next to me on the couch kind of shy. at first i ask mom if she notices all these kind deeds our new house guest has performed for us. in our solitude i recognize her effort with a sign of affection and intimacy. at one point i hurt her, because i tell her that there'd been another girl. when i say this it's as if she's on the other side of the door, telling me she would have never tried being so close if there was ever a sign of another woman. but she comes back in full force. i explain to her that it's not what she thinks with the other girl. at first she was taken aback... but now she's topless and asking me to embrace her. my sister and mom are peering in from the hallway, being a snoopy lot. but once they see me embrace her naked body they look away, and the girl wants me on her breast. she is fully exposed with her arms wide open. she is more dominant than the shy act she was giving and i feel a lot of loving sensations as i bring my head to her breast. somewhere in this dream dad is trying to drunkenly recall a scene from jurassic park to his friend. the kind gestures the girl performed involve hanging up cards over the fireplace the way mom likes, or helping clean after dinner.

things get really strange here once the girl and i embrace. suddenly i'm a bunch of kitchen condiments and silverware having magically assembled in the guise of a human. i have a very colonel/reginald cartoon styled voice. my wife(the girl from above) has been transformed into a black baby goat named wendy. as the self assembled kitchen condiments i step outside our country house and instruct what would be my hands to move about as i talk in a funny voice and tell this guy to, "get out of my shoes." apparently i am with a small crew and we're about to go to work- and this new crew is suspect of me. they should be i am poorly assembled and overly clothed to hide that i am actually a bunch of kitchenware. once we get in the truck we're sent off to work. the man driving us greets us good morning and says he didn't want to tell us about our job spot because he didn't want to rob us of a good nights rest. he laughs. once he says that it seems everyone knows where we're going. my baby goat wife wendy is in the truck with us.

on the way to the job site the truck is pulled over and someone writes free goat on the highway. an asian woman in an old school white mitsubishi eclipse pulls over and takes my wife. i am left chasing her like an old man, where a 5 pound dumbell appears and i hurl it at her car. i am exclaiming she can not take my goat- and she is insistent she did not steal it. wendy comes running out of her car towards me and knocks me over, i'm no longer a bunch of condiments and silverware but i seem to be a boy hugging his goat. people realize the goat did not belong to the asian woman.

wake up.