I had two dreams last night, but I think they were connected because both dreams take place in the same fictional big back yard. . .
I dreamed that I was outside in a big field, that I think was supposed to be my back yard. I saw a tiny grey bunny hopping across the field and called to it. It came running over to me and hopped right into my arms. I was so surprised and startled that I was able to catch it. I held the bunny for a while and decided I wanted to keep it, but I wasn't sure if I should. I took the bunny inside and let it run around my house while I tried to figure out if it was ok to keep it. I asked Tom if the bunnies you get at the pet store were just wild bunnies? He didn't know. I called my friend Nick, but he didn't answer. I left a message asking him if the bunnies in the pet stores were wild bunnies. I didn't see the bunny in the house so I called to it, it came hopping over to me and into my arms. It had grown since I brought him inside and he was now a little bigger and white with brown and black spots. I was starting to get nervous, that if I kept him too long that I wouldn't be able to let him back into the wild. I really wanted to keep him. My dog Pepper didn't even mind the bunny and would go over to it and sniff it, but left it alone. I went online and tried to look up information about bunnies, I wrote in a forum asking people "Are the bunnies in pet stores wild bunnies?" All of the responses were not directly answering my question and just said things about how to care for it. I called to the bunny again and it hopped into my arms. It was still getting bigger, still white, but a little bigger now. I walked outside with it in my arms and into my big back yard. I stood at the edge of the field contemplating if I should let him go . . .
I had a dream that I had a huge back yard. Parts of it were fields and beyond the huge yard there was a forest. Just before the forest of trees there was a huge telephone pole. It was really fat and went up into the sky, past where you could see the top because of the clouds. While we were outside in the yard Tom and I noticed that some bees were making a hive way up high on the telephone poll. We didn't think much of it. When we came back the next day there were more hives. Small little mini hives, 5 in a row. We were a little concerned because there were a lot of bees buzzing around them. Then the next day we returned to the pole and there were dozens of hives! Some of them little small round ones, but some of them were really elaborate hives that looked like mini bird houses. They were all lined up in rows on the pole. Tom and I looked at each other concerned. We didn't want thousands of bees flying around the back yard. So we decided we had to call someone. But we didn't want someone to come would would just destroy the hives without getting the honey! We called around and finally found a woman who said she would get the honey out! She said she had a special spray. She shimmied up the pole and sprayed into the little hives and houses. At first I was sad that all the bees had to die, but I knew we couldn't have them in the back yard! She began extracting the honey from each of the houses with a spoon and collecting it in jars. We watched her work from down below. . .
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