11/19/04
Run, Rabbit, Run

For some reason, Dad had brought a baby rabbit home. (From work?--or to take to work later?) He then lost it in the house, and we had no idea where it had gone. A large section of the dream passed, or at least seemed to pass, which I can't remember; then it was nighttime and I was at home with Ma and Dad and we were doing various things. I think I might have wondered what it would be like if I could help Dad by locating the missing rabbit, since I think he needed it to take to work tomorrow. As soon as I thought this (if I did) I noticed the rabbit--it was just a little one, a baby, and it was white with black spots, so cute! It was hopping around the house, loose. "There it is!" I exclaimed excitedly.

I tried to catch it. It seemed it would be easy enough at first, but then the bunny hopped under the couch or something--the couch was different, with a space underneath it and you could see under it. I briefly panicked that the bunny would get away from me, but then it hopped into a more convenient place and I snatched at it. I had to grab at it a few times before it hopped into a place where I could get it, and I scooped it up into my hands. It was perhaps the size of a small guinea pig--just a baby. During this, our cat, Cosmas, was wandering around, and I might have been concerned that he would hurt the rabbit, so I wanted to catch it first. (I had not had this fear for some reason, during all the rest of the dream when the rabbit was loose.)

I had to hold onto the rabbit carefully since it was squirming and trying to escape; I think I held it in one hand, and kept my other hand over its nape. I met Dad in the kitchen, I think, and proudly showed him the rabbit. (The bathroom, in particular the bathtub, seemed to feature somewhere in this dream; maybe I'd chased the rabbit in there at one point?) "I got it!" I exclaimed. "You have to hold it carefully, or it'll get away..." And I tried to keep my grip on the little thing, feeling frustrated as it squirmed.

Dad was kind of surprised but glad to see the rabbit, since he really needed it for something he was going to do tomorrow. I think he had to take it to work with him. He took the rabbit from me and proceeded to find a container to put it in until then. The container seemed to be a plastic grocery bag! :O Dad was not trying to harm or kill the rabbit--it wasn't as horrid a thing as it would be in real life--but I still felt anxious as he prepared the bag to put the rabbit in. When he wasn't holding onto the bag, I, out of concern for the rabbit, tore a hole in it near the top, below the handles, so it would be able to breathe! But then Dad took the bag back and put the bunny in it and knotted the handles in such a way that the hole was mostly obscured. I think then he might have put the bag in a big plastic cup, and then put that in the microwave!! This all made a kind of sense in the dream...but even in the dream I felt terribly anxious about this poor rabbit's welfare. Would it be able to breathe properly, like that?

While Dad was packing up the rabbit and putting it in the microwave, there was something to do with the actor Colin Farrell, and his own cruelty toward rabbits/animals, but that was very vague even after awakening; it just seemed to be something that popped into my head in passing, while watching Dad do this. I didn't sense animosity from Dad, nor even neglect or unconcern for the rabbit; he was just kind of neutral about it. I knew he would not purposefully hurt it but I wished he would have found a more humane way to handle it.

Real-life associations: A while after awakening, I thought briefly that the rabbit might have symbolized our cat Cosmas, who is white with black spots...until I remembered that Cosmas himself was in the dream, too. So I have no clue what the rabbit might have been, nor why it had that particular coloration.



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