Night of the Lepus

What do you call a supernatural force that levitates chickens?

A poultry-geist. Ar ar.

I am happy to report that nothing out of the ordinary occurred at my home on Tuesday night. The shower curtain remained securely in place after being rehung, and the garlic and wolfbane I've hung around the entrances were once again effective in deterring visitations by the undead.

Which reminds me, the picture at the top of yesterday's post was actress Dawnn Lewis in her role as the hero's love interest in "I'm Gonna Git You Sucka." If you haven't seen this film, you should -- it was the Best Picture of 1988. (No, it didn't win the Oscar, but it should have. It was WAY better than Rainman.)

I do find it interesting, though, that I didn't recall any dreams from the previous night, when you'd think the adrenaline rush of things crashing in the dark, along with the associated fears of invasions by Gozer, et al, would have sparked a flurry of subconscious activity resulting in significant memories upon awakening. But it didn't happen.

But when I woke up this morning, I had a very clear recollection of my final dream of the night. I had been attempting to sneak into a restricted area of Mesa Verde National Park with Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza. That in itself was odd, because I am usually pretty good at distinguishing actors from their roles...but this was not Jason Alexander; it was George. Anyway, we had climbed over a fence and were trying to gain access to one of those Park Service outhouses, but it was guarded by a bunny rabbit wearing a glow-in-the-dark safety vest. It was a rather small bunny, and he seemed more interested in sniffing around for tasty greenery than in preventing outhouse access, but we were careful to avoid letting him see us.

Do you remember odd details from your dreams? I usually do not, but in this one, I distinctly remember noting that the rabbit's vest was not merely reflective, but was actually glowing, due to several phosphorescent lightsticks pinned to it. He was very easy to see as he sniffled around on the other side of the structure, and fortunately George managed to keep his mouth shut long enough for us to get right up next to the building.

Despite our stealth, though, we never made it inside. We were so busy watching the rabbit that we didn't notice the distant approach of Paul Blart, Mall Cop, until he had almost arrived. We decided to abort the mission (whatever it was), and we scampered back to the safety of some nearby rock formations. And that's when I woke up.

I have no idea how Freud would interpret that, nor do I plan to spend any time looking up dream analysis tools on the Internet. I think it was just pretty silly.

But it did remind me of another movie that everyone should see if at all possible. It's called "Night of the Lepus", and stars DeForest Kelley. This clip shows what might be the best "cop" speech in the history of cinema:



That's all I have for today. May your dreams tonight be absolutely free of rabbits, outhouses, and sitcoms stars...and have a great day!