Animal Rescue Dream!

A perfect, funny, ridiculous dream:

I am at some sort of animal fair, and while crossing the bridge in my ice cream/mail truck, I realize that there are many animals who need saving. I start picking up kittens, bunnies, puppies, guinea pigs, baby rats--all kinds of mammals. I shove them all into my car in one huge cage. There's even a lion in there, but it's miniature, like the size of a pit bull. So I'm driving all these animals around in my truck, including my own pets, the pit, the shepherd, the fat invalid cat, and the beautiful girl kitty, and I realize I have to go meet G for ice skating.

We go to the ice skating rink, and he is very emotional. Sometimes we're ice skating, and sometimes we're body surfing down a river, but it's a very clean river, and I'm naked, which is kind of inappropriate because my boobs keep floating up everywhere and men are looking at me lewdly, but it feels really really good. And sometimes there is ice skating going on, and it is somehow very male and competitive and creative, as if they are hip-hop ice skating dancers, and my husband is an old school member of the ice skating dance posse, and he feels like they are not keeping it real enough, and he has this big speech and cries a little because the people who used to be his friends are betraying their true selves.

And then his mother is there, but it's not his actual mother. This woman is very polished, very rich, and very suave, and very judgmental of my husband. Apparently we had gotten married at this ice skating/swimming palace and they'd served us unlimited free Dunkin' Donuts, and she thought it was tacky, but G made the point that she'd eaten tons of the donuts. And there were people praying with their hands up.

So then when we get back to my parents' house, all the animals are still in my ice cream truck. I had forgotten them, and it's the middle of summer, so I am afraid they are dead. I am most especially afraid that my real-world pets are dead, so I open the truck frantically, and I start petting my animals to rub them back to life, and they slowly wake up. But then I realize I've really got my hands full with these animals...there's way too many, and I don't know how I'm going to take care of all of them. There are so many cats and bunnies, and I know that I can't let them go wild because they'll eat each other, and so I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to convince my mother to let me keep 50 cats. And I don't know what to do with the miniature lion, which will definitely be a neighborhood problem. All the little baby mice are dead, and all the bunnies had babies and they're dead except for one or two, and there are snakes, and I don't know how to take care of snakes...

Imagine me trying to take care of things! And taking care of things so hard that I accidentally destroy them!

I keep having these dreams lately where I'm not getting things done, where I'm late or irresponsible or not meeting deadlines. I don't know what that anxiety is about, since I'm not blowing anything off that's important. Maybe it's my anxiety about not being able to save the world fast enough...