Bad dreams

Dec 26, 2006 09:26

I had a dream last night that I was at this fancy tropical resort. I had brought my rats with me, and we were playing by a windowsill. Shelly was with me. I was playing with Gatsby, and out of nowhere, he jumps out the window and onto a branch. I watch him as he goes to the end of the branch and looks out, and tell Shelly that he'll come back in in a minute, that he won't jump from somewhere so high.

He jumps.

I scream and start running for the stairs, getting outside and trying to find where he'd gone. There are tons of little rodent holes dug in the lawn that lined the sidewalk, and I don't know which one he got into. I walk along, throwing popcorn from a bowl I'd found on a pedestal nearby and calling "Jay GATsbyyyy!" in hopes that he'll come back.

I get to a little dark hallway with rat holes in both walls. I toss popcorn, and a slew of rats dart out of a hole to get it. None are Gatsby. I continue doing this, and after a while of trying to catch individual rats to see if any of them are mine, there is this loud, angry humming sound and a box pulls out from under the floor. It's a nesting box, I guess, and there are mothers with babies inside. Of course I pull it open to see if my boy is in tere, but Shelly starts saying how I shouldn't touch it and how dangerous this is, that they'll attack me. So I close up the box again and try to push it away, but another box next to it spills over onto us, and it's full of spiders. We run to the next room and they disappear, then go back to keep trying to find Gatsby.

This happens repeatedly. Throw popcorn, try to find Gatsby, see the nesting boxes, get spiders spilled on me. It's like a video game level I just can't beat.

At some point, I manage to entice a little kitten-looking creature over with the popcorn. It is mostly white with red splotchy bits, and wags its tail when I give it more food and scritches. I say that if I can't find Gatsby, I will keep her.

The dream ends when Shelly tells me that someone wants to take us to dinner, and that we have to leave.

Just now, I had to get up and make sure Gatsby was still alive. When I was little, I had a dreram that I had to get rid of my pet mouse, Stormie, and the next morning he was gone. Luckily, this was not the case this time.

;; ♥

from the dreaming

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