Karl the Kit
I've started sleeping in the guest room. For some reason, it feels much more peaceful - I think that the bed must be better or something. The windows in the room face out into the forest, but there is a roof area first. In the dream, it was storming and I was looking out the window at that roof area. Somehow a small and beaten-up baby fox had stranded himself there.
The kit was making a sound that was a cross between a cry and a bark, and was pacing around frantically with a slight limp. The kit was obviously in a great deal of pain, and wanted help. But I didn't help it. I watched, as if I weren't actually in the house.
Someone then randomly materialized next to me and casually said, "Well, at least Karl has his flower pot..."
Almost as if on command, the kit climbed into a moderately large flower pot and just sat there shivering and staring up while whimpering. The kit seemed much more at peace, but still extremely unhappy.
"Yeah, Karl really does love sitting in his flower pot! That's so adorable!" another voice said.
"I know!!! So cuuuuuuuute!!!!" said the first person.
The kit was making a sound that was a cross between a cry and a bark, and was pacing around frantically with a slight limp. The kit was obviously in a great deal of pain, and wanted help. But I didn't help it. I watched, as if I weren't actually in the house.
Someone then randomly materialized next to me and casually said, "Well, at least Karl has his flower pot..."
Almost as if on command, the kit climbed into a moderately large flower pot and just sat there shivering and staring up while whimpering. The kit seemed much more at peace, but still extremely unhappy.
"Yeah, Karl really does love sitting in his flower pot! That's so adorable!" another voice said.
"I know!!! So cuuuuuuuute!!!!" said the first person.