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Last night my cat Bob ran into the house when my mom opened the door with a live mouse/young rat in his mouth. My mom freaked out and Bob ran downstairs with it, where he let it loose so he could chase it around (though it was injured so of course that wasn't hard). My mom was flipping out and I told her to chill out because it'd dead by morning and they weren't going back upstairs to her bedroom. This morning I had to clean up the disembowelled remnants of the rat, which was disgusting.
The best part, however, is that in my dream last night (in which I was a wealthy young woman in 19th century America going West where my father had business who brought her cat everywhere with her) I let Bob loose in an upscale inn and he dove into a fishtank containing a rare, expensive, and huge fish and killed it, preparing to feast. I caught him just as he killed the fish but instead of grabbing him with my arms (which would lead to the innkeeper taking him from me as retribution for the expensive firsh) I decided to hide him by unhinging my jaw and carrying my bloodied (fish blood) cat back to my room. Of course I had fish blood all over my dress, making it look like I had been the one doing it, but that didn't seem to bother the other guests. I'm not sure why, but Bob was also quite small in my mouth (whatever, it's a dream). When I got to my room, I let him loose to discover that I had almost killed him by suffocation. I then woke up.
I think in my dream I am treating Bob the way that he treated the rat (or in the dream-fish). Weird, huh?
The best part, however, is that in my dream last night (in which I was a wealthy young woman in 19th century America going West where my father had business who brought her cat everywhere with her) I let Bob loose in an upscale inn and he dove into a fishtank containing a rare, expensive, and huge fish and killed it, preparing to feast. I caught him just as he killed the fish but instead of grabbing him with my arms (which would lead to the innkeeper taking him from me as retribution for the expensive firsh) I decided to hide him by unhinging my jaw and carrying my bloodied (fish blood) cat back to my room. Of course I had fish blood all over my dress, making it look like I had been the one doing it, but that didn't seem to bother the other guests. I'm not sure why, but Bob was also quite small in my mouth (whatever, it's a dream). When I got to my room, I let him loose to discover that I had almost killed him by suffocation. I then woke up.
I think in my dream I am treating Bob the way that he treated the rat (or in the dream-fish). Weird, huh?