Things I Dreamt About Last Night
1. Taking my cat Sam to the vet. He's had a lot of issues in the last year, mostly dental. So we've visited the vet frequently. This time, I took him to a new vet (who looked suspiciously like the photographer who did my brother-in-law's wedding a couple days ago). I don't know exactly what I brought Sam in for, but the doctor gave him a shot that put him to sleep. Yes, killed him. And I was like...Uhhh...I don't think that's what I meant to have done... But the doctor was all shrugging it off. And then, Sam woke up! And I was like, Damn, that cat just won't give up! I pointed this out to the vet and he basically said that it happens sometimes, but that Sam will definitely die later when I bring him home. I was like, yeah, screw you! Sam's going to outlive us all! And then I left.
2. After leaving Sam somewhere (at home, I hope, but who knows), I was at a mall and there was this sort of a roller coaster-ish contraption that brought people from one floor to another. I decided to get on it to go one floor up. The car was large--like maybe ten people across and twenty rows or something--pretty huge. As it came into its little station I went to get a seat and found the one I wanted with a pool of urine in it, as though a child had peed on it. I was, needless to say, a little grossed out. I walked along the side of the car to get another seat, when the conductor person announced that it was going to take off. So I jumped into the car and figured that I'd find a seat as it was moving. I was maneuvering my way around the pee-seat when the car went through this like flappy door, and into complete darkness, and started to drop, like a roller coaster going down a steep hill. Something seemed wrong about this, and I got the definite idea that the car wasn't supposed to go through that door and that we were in a free-fall. I was thinking that I should try to sit down and get my seat belt on, but I didn't want to see in the pee-seat. I kept thinking that when we hit the ground, I would die, or at least my back would be broken. I was about to start screaming when the scene changed.
3. I was at home, sitting on the sofa in the living room. There was a very light knock on the door, and I tiptoed over to look through the peephole. It was late at night and I wasn't expecting anyone. I saw my mother through the hole and so I opened the door, though slowly, just to make sure it was her. It wasn't. It was a girl with big 80s hair, in a white prom-type dress, and two emo kids (boy and girl, hard to tell which was which). It appeared that they had just come out of the apartment across the hall, but they did not live there. It made me suspicious. I started to close the door on them and the 80s hair girl tried to push it open. Basically there were a few minutes of me trying to close and lock the door, and this girl and one of the emo kids trying to push the door open. (The other emo kid just stood behind them and did nothing.) The lock on the door wouldn't work right--when I locked it, it didn't meet the doorframe and so wouldn't keep the door closed. I kept trying, though, and wondering what I was going to do if I couldn't get the door locked so that I could keep these creepy children out. Then, I woke up.
I think I have what they call an overactive imagination. Except for the last one because you know, emo kids can be scary.
2. After leaving Sam somewhere (at home, I hope, but who knows), I was at a mall and there was this sort of a roller coaster-ish contraption that brought people from one floor to another. I decided to get on it to go one floor up. The car was large--like maybe ten people across and twenty rows or something--pretty huge. As it came into its little station I went to get a seat and found the one I wanted with a pool of urine in it, as though a child had peed on it. I was, needless to say, a little grossed out. I walked along the side of the car to get another seat, when the conductor person announced that it was going to take off. So I jumped into the car and figured that I'd find a seat as it was moving. I was maneuvering my way around the pee-seat when the car went through this like flappy door, and into complete darkness, and started to drop, like a roller coaster going down a steep hill. Something seemed wrong about this, and I got the definite idea that the car wasn't supposed to go through that door and that we were in a free-fall. I was thinking that I should try to sit down and get my seat belt on, but I didn't want to see in the pee-seat. I kept thinking that when we hit the ground, I would die, or at least my back would be broken. I was about to start screaming when the scene changed.
3. I was at home, sitting on the sofa in the living room. There was a very light knock on the door, and I tiptoed over to look through the peephole. It was late at night and I wasn't expecting anyone. I saw my mother through the hole and so I opened the door, though slowly, just to make sure it was her. It wasn't. It was a girl with big 80s hair, in a white prom-type dress, and two emo kids (boy and girl, hard to tell which was which). It appeared that they had just come out of the apartment across the hall, but they did not live there. It made me suspicious. I started to close the door on them and the 80s hair girl tried to push it open. Basically there were a few minutes of me trying to close and lock the door, and this girl and one of the emo kids trying to push the door open. (The other emo kid just stood behind them and did nothing.) The lock on the door wouldn't work right--when I locked it, it didn't meet the doorframe and so wouldn't keep the door closed. I kept trying, though, and wondering what I was going to do if I couldn't get the door locked so that I could keep these creepy children out. Then, I woke up.
I think I have what they call an overactive imagination. Except for the last one because you know, emo kids can be scary.
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