Ginger kids and zombie cats
I've been having dreams about ginger kids lately. This is funny if you know me; my ex is a ginger kid and I'm seeing a guy whose ex is also a ginger kid. One dream may have been about saltdawg. I was at a party near the beach and there was a curly-haired strawberry/ginger drinking whiskey and being cranky. In the dream I couldn't decide if I hated him or if I wanted to bang him, which is what I imagine it would be like to meet saltdawg in person.
There was another dream involving an old-fashioned (think drapey red fabric and black feathers) brothel to which I was invited by some of the girls who worked there. One of the girls had a really cute ginger kid tied up in her room. She, uh, "offered" him to me but I declined, although I did say out loud, "Hey, this one's actually cute!" I meant the brothel's clients, not ginger kids.
And last night I dreamt of my former kitty, Smudge, reanimated. Not, like, suddenly she was there as if she had never left, but an honest-to-goodness Frankenkitty. I'll spare you the details on that. Trust me, you don't want them.
There was another dream involving an old-fashioned (think drapey red fabric and black feathers) brothel to which I was invited by some of the girls who worked there. One of the girls had a really cute ginger kid tied up in her room. She, uh, "offered" him to me but I declined, although I did say out loud, "Hey, this one's actually cute!" I meant the brothel's clients, not ginger kids.
And last night I dreamt of my former kitty, Smudge, reanimated. Not, like, suddenly she was there as if she had never left, but an honest-to-goodness Frankenkitty. I'll spare you the details on that. Trust me, you don't want them.