so what is one thing i hate more then hearing people describe in explicit detail the dream that they had the night before?
describing my own dreams to people in explicit detail.
"So I had this dream last night..."
"...oh yeah..."
"No I know what you're thinking....but this one was really funny! So we were at your house, and we were cuddling! It was so weird....we were watching Mean Girls of course, and suddenly I look down, and you are not you. You are your mom!"
"...um where is this...going.."
"Well yeah....I guess it wasnt...that funny..."
anyway here i go.
describing the dream that i had last night. or was it a nightmare? i hated it. when i woke up i was very upset. am i kidding? no.
so my dream started out with me sitting at a table. looking down at poor oscar, sitting on my plate.
alive.
looking at me.
kind of like that, but looking at me. and his legs were sticking out.
and with a fork and knife...
i was cutting pieces of his leg off.
and i was eating it.
and he was still ALIVE!
it tasted like chicken for the first few bites. but then when i realized what was happening, the meat in my mouth started to feel gooey and tasted like raw meat.
i am a vegetarian.
that is when i lept from my seat at the table and ran to my dad. well, oscar had the same idea, and he was running SO FAST!!! he was running sooo fast and running up my back with his little claws and little legs and shell and beady eyes. so i was running all around! screaming for my dad to help me! and to make him stop! and i was running around my aunt camille's house, jumping on the couches. well, it knew how to jump! and jumped onto the couch and onto my shoulder! I was a panicked mess and my dad was laughing like he does! laughing so hard and saying "look how fast he can run!!"
thats when i woke up. sick and upset and mad and confused and i seriously shudder whenever i think about it. this post was actually difficult to write, it makes me cringe. i hate touching that turtle! i actually never have....
example A.
example B.
example C.
well this morning when i went to say my usual morning goodbyes to oscar, i couldnt do it.
i could absolutely not make eye contact with him.
4 comments:
that is officially the first dream i've ever enjoyed hearing about. i laughed so hard. mainly because that's totally something that oscar would do! ;);) you are the funniest woman in the entire world.
You couldn't look at him? Were you afraid he knew your dream, and liked you even less now?
When you first started talking about Oscar, I was picturing your New York friend Oscar sitting on a plate with his legs sticking out. It took me a long time looking at that picture before I figured out what it actually was a picture of.
i noticed the "oh yeah...";)seriously too hilarious/traumatic. poor oscar, just give him a chance he's vegetarian too right?
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