Over the years, Rob has surprised me with pets I never asked for and couldn’t imagine keeping. A pair of lovebirds that squawked continually and threw seed shells as far as possible from their perches, and a nocturnal hedgehog who was afraid of his own shadow come to mind. Lately he keeps talking about getting a pig.
So I suppose it’s not too much of a stretch that about a month ago I dreamt he brought home an elephant puppy. It was adorable, the size of a tubby german shepherd pup. It hopped around and played with a ball and conked out as puppies do when they’ve exhausted themselves.
Elephants can’t hop, but in my dream I understood that he was different, a miniature elephant, and would probably only grow to the size of an actual elephant baby.
But that’s huge! I kept thinking what are we going to do with him when he grows up? And isn’t it against the law to own an elephant? My anxiety woke me up, but then in a delightfully good mood, having seen a rambunctious puppy elephant in a dream.
A couple of weeks ago, Rob and I went looking for a sofa. We had an idea of what we were looking for but bought something not even remotely like what we had in mind. A couch and an ottoman in gray leather. On the way out of the store, I mentioned to him that they are the color of an elephant. And he said, “Yeah, if your mother was here, she’d say that’s what your dream was about.”
I’d forgotten about the dream, but now the couch and ottoman will be constant reminders. They’re supposed to arrive today.
I love this story. I still think it is a good idea.
I want an elephant puppy that hops around and chases a ball or even the dream of such a magical creature!
It really was adorable