Fifty Shades of Rabbits? Oh Mylanta

Disclaimer: I don’t think you’re ready for all the jelly that’s about to go down in this blog post. It's about to get real up in here. Read, set, go!

I jumped on the Fifty Shades of Grey bandwagon a few weeks ago and purchased all three of the books. Thanks to my birthday, a social life I’m not ready to give up, and Grad school assignments that I have no motivation on completing in one sitting but rather a little bit at a time until it’s due, I’ve been slowly reading book 1 and WOW!

If you haven’t heard about this book 1) Prepare yourself, 2) Have you been hiding under a rock, and 3) I don’t recommend reading it before bed and/or work [unless you’re like me and can’t resist].

Long story short (and without giving much away), the book is about this ridiculously sexy billionaire, Christian Grey, and this super innocent and inexperienced woman, Anastasia Steele. He’s enamored (a word I was taught by a date in high school and haven’t forgotten) by her, he’s enamored by him, but he is a kinky lion and she is an innocent lamb neither of them are on the same page with experience. Yet, she succumbs to him and he “teaches” her about her sexuality.

Oh my lord and taylor. Steamy! Ok, I have to stop talking about it … I’m at work.

Why am I telling you all of this? Here’s a little background info:

I’ve been dealing with a true case of commitment phobia recently – this will be a blog post to come, I’m not ready to delve too far into the details yet. Well, I’m kind of at a point where I either need to suck it up and pretend it doesn’t bother me OR seek professional help (or the help of my girlfriends and a few bottles of wine). Ok, moving on. 

So here’s the scenario:

Last night, I purchased a bottle of one of my favorite red wines and cracked my book open before bed. Three glasses later, my mind was racing and I knew if I didn’t put the book down at that moment, I’d never get to sleep.

Snooze …..

Cue 4 am when I wake myself up after a dream about killing 2 rabbits while house sitting. WHAT?! Yes, I  had a dream that I “forgot” that I was taking care of rabbits while house sitting until a few hours before the homeowners were coming home. One was white and was already dead and one was black and in a zombie-like state for being neglected. Seriously … I have issues.

I confessed this all to a gal pal of mine and she did some research and found this:

Rabbit  To see a rabbit in your dream signifies luck, magical power, and success. You have a positive outlook on life. Alternatively, rabbits symbolize abundance, warmth, fertility and sexual activity. Perhaps your sex life needs to be kept in check. In particular, to see a white rabbit in your dream symbolizes faithfulness in love. The white rabbit also serves as a guide to steer you toward the right direction. To see a black rabbit in your dream refers to fear of intimacy. If the rabbit is hopping in your dream, then it indicates fertility. You will be surrounded by children. Alternatively, the dream may be analogous to your lack of commitment and how you jump from one thing or another. If you dream that the rabbit scratches or bites you, then it means that you need to pay more attention to your personal relationship or love life.

What is my conclusion?

1. I had a lot of sex on my mind before bed thanks to this freaking book
2. My current outlook on life may not be positive, since the positivity associated with rabbits was killed in my dream
3. I dreamt about rabbits because I read a book about sex (really really kinky sex) before bed
4. White rabbit = faithfulness in love (the white one was dead)
5. Black rabbit = fear of intimacy (the black one was alive)
6. Rabbits may be analogous to a lack of commitment and jumping from one thing to the next – uhh there is that “c” word again, and I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted to be every profession in the book

So, what is my subconscious telling me? Do you guys analyze dreams like this? What do you think my dream means?