Dream journal
I had a strange dream last night. Well, if truth be told I have strange dreams all night, and every night; but this one I remember.
A squirrel got in the house. I chased it and caught it (improbable in itself). It repeatedly bit me as I held it around the neck. I kept removing its upper teeth from my hand while carrying it from the house. I stood outside, ready to release it and realised that it was much heavier than it should be. I looked down and there were four jet black rats hanging from it, hooked into its flesh with tooth and claw.
I knew that the rats were not native to the area, and therefore I couldn't let the whole bundle go. They would breed and it would have terrible consequence.
So we called the RSPCA, and I waited for them to arrive. The bundle wriggled several times and I kept having to change my hold in order to keep them from escaping. They all sunk their little front teeth into me at various points and I kept having to remove them. I wound up holding the whole lot in my arms and as I looked at one I realised that it wasn't a rat, but a black kitten. How had I mistook it for a rat? By the time the RSPCA van arrived, they were all black kittens.
A squirrel got in the house. I chased it and caught it (improbable in itself). It repeatedly bit me as I held it around the neck. I kept removing its upper teeth from my hand while carrying it from the house. I stood outside, ready to release it and realised that it was much heavier than it should be. I looked down and there were four jet black rats hanging from it, hooked into its flesh with tooth and claw.
I knew that the rats were not native to the area, and therefore I couldn't let the whole bundle go. They would breed and it would have terrible consequence.
So we called the RSPCA, and I waited for them to arrive. The bundle wriggled several times and I kept having to change my hold in order to keep them from escaping. They all sunk their little front teeth into me at various points and I kept having to remove them. I wound up holding the whole lot in my arms and as I looked at one I realised that it wasn't a rat, but a black kitten. How had I mistook it for a rat? By the time the RSPCA van arrived, they were all black kittens.