I saw a giant jackrabbit last night. In my dreams.
This is odd, as I've never dreamed of rabbits. I may have written about this before, but I have vivid dreams that I often remember. There are the recurring dreams I used to have, either trying to place a giant contact in my eye that would not fit, or speeding down a curving road unable to open my eyes. Scary. I don't have those anymore, thankfully. The only thing close to recurring was a terrifying dream in which friends had left me their apartment but it was haunted by two evil sisters. They came back in another house a few months later, but had calmed down quite a bit. They were dressed well this time, and though unwilling to leave, they seemed a little easier to live with.
There are the surreal dreams: people floating down green rivers in China to stand up in Best Buy clothing and say "welcome to home depot"; the flying dream where a deceased friend came with me and we bounced up in the air and tried to teach other people how to do it.
Then the mundane dreams, the ones I sometimes remember years later when I'm in them. They usually make no sense, and then years later I'm in the situation - this has happened to me only two or three times. It's always neat to remember having told someone of a non-sensical dream and have it happen years later. Hopefully I won't work at Home Depot. For a while I used to think this would mean I was going to die, but since
that hasn't happened yet, I figure it doesn't mean that anymore, at least. I had one dream where I was laughing with a young girl and very in love with her father. That was a sweet one. Who knows if these are dreams, fantasies, or possible futures - in any case they're interesting because they're mundane. I was even directing Melanie Griffith in one. That would be fun.
Last night, though, I saw a jackrabbit. He was the size of a deer, and was on my hood while I was driving. He stared at me for a good long time, and I stared at him, but I was ultimately concerned mostly with shaking him off my hood. After he got his fill of looking, he hopped away, enormous and unconcerned. Good omen, or just a dream with a giant rabbit? Like any meaning maker, I can decide to ascribe meaning or not, I suppose. He seemed an indifferent rabbit, but I wouldn't mind seeing him again.