Write Down Your Dreams

A very odd dream from last night:

I was with my father who is long deceased now but alive and well in this dream.
I was a teenaged boy in this dream (I'm now in my early 50's).
For some reason, we were tasked with mating a rhinosaurus. In this dream, rhinos could not mate with other rhinos but rather with another species. My father had found a breeder of another species and an arrangement was made to meet with this animal's handler and mate the two beasts.

We met at her farm, surrounded by 12 foot hedgerows on all sides, on a typical dreary and wet Welsh day. The rain had stopped and the smell of damp
manure filled one's nostrils in a rather natural way. My father released his rhino from the back of our lorry and led him with a tether to an enclosed paddock.

The farm owner emerged from her barn. Long and lean, a woman in her mid-40's, closely cropped blonde hair with touches of grey, wearing a tattered t-shirt, jeans and riding boots. She possessed a great deal of confidence, shaking hands firmly and holding her gaze on me with grey/blue eyes as we met and discussed the mating transaction.

Her animal was very odd indeed. It was a large flightless bird, perhaps 6' tall with webbed orange feet and a rather comical orange bill. How this breeding was going to work, I hadn't the foggiest!

She led her bird into the paddock and my father tended to the animals as they sussed out one another. She then came right up to me as I was seated on a stone wall and sat beside me. With one hand draped over my shoulder, she looked at me and told me how handsome I was...how much I looked like me father. As she continued with her compliments, her other hand touched my chest, stomach, legs and finally briefly on my crotch. My father was occupied with the animal courtship just steps away. An erection grew instantaneously and her smirk of knowing approval made me blush. She have it a quick pat through my jeans, slid off the stone wall and pushed her boney ass into my crotch, then sauntered away without looking back toward the mating scene.

I awoke shortly after. Bizzaro, non?
 
Walking along a tree-shaded stream. Listening to the water tumble over the stones and gurgle in the pools. Stopped to read some poetry. After a while I laid back and watched the leaves move on the slight breeze and switch from dark to light as the sun hit their surface. A large crow silently approached down the river, coasting on still wings. It alighted on a rock in the brook. After taking a drink, it stared at me with coal black eyes. Then, hopped closer and pecked the cover of the book of poetry. I picked the book up, opened it at random, and read aloud a poem about streetlights in the fog. The crow nodded it's head in agreement, gave a single "Caw" and flew away. ????
 
As of late, there have been the rather usual work-related anxiety dreams but with a twist. Thrust into the mix have been sporting heros from my past, vintage automobiles and hats (as in head cover for humans).
 
I have a lot of anxiety dreams about the past--long dead relatives and the like. The dreams can get pretty lucid if I fuck up and miss a dose of either my anti-depressants or anti-anxiety medications.

I don't get much sleep these days but the last one I remember is one where I fell in love with a shape-shifting alien who was constantly changing her appearance and hopped on her ship and took off when it came time to commit. My fiancee at the time told me it sounded like a dream about her--that should have been a red flag, that she saw that in herself.
 
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