Friday, July 08, 2005
(12:59 PM) | Anonymous:
Dream analysis anyone?
This morning Hayley woke me up to move the car from the side of the street that, for some reason, the city deems unacceptable for cars between the hours of 7am and 9am. So, after moving the car, I sat around for a bit staring at the wall thinking, "Ugggg..." Then, after smelling my armpits, got to work on my page of the Alliez translation (after three days the "Preface" is finished). After finishing at 9:30 I had planned on taking a shower so I could start on my Hegel for the day; my bed had other plans.Our adorable and somewhat slutty cat, Mazie, jumped on the bed since we had missed our hour of cuddling while asleep. So, I lay down next to her and promptly fell asleep to her purring (I love having animals in the house for this simple reason). The dream that ensued was bat-shit insane, much like Glenn Reynolds and some of the folks he links to. Let me tell you about, since you care and Adam isn't here to provide real blogging so this is all you will get.
It starts out with Hayley waking me up (yeah, totally meta dreaming!) to tell me that there are cats outside she doesn't want to get picked up by animal control and killed so she is going to put them in the house. I knew Adam wasn't going to like that but I agreed. Then, after awhile, I forgot the cats were there and I did normal dream stuff until I noticed some weird doppelganger of Sid, our stoned cat, playing with Pippin, the existentialist cat. I asked Adam, "Is that a new cat?" He, somewhat annoyed, answered "Yes, Hayley blah blah blah." Then I remembered.
One of the cats looked familiar and I recognized it as the cat who lives next door, which became upstairs in my dream, and also urinates on the outside of our windows annoying Pippin and causing him to urinate on the inside of the windows (the urine war continues to this day). I knew I had to get that cat to its proper owner just when his proper owner came in. She was a crack whore.
So now I have a house of cats, Adam has disappeared presumably because he was pissed about the cats, and this crack whore is trying to hang out in my house with two dirty kids. I let them in and she has brought some kind of DVD viewing system (not a TV though) that I hook up for her kids but it turns out to be gang-rape porn. Her kids and her just laugh about it while I try to turn the damn thing off since kids shouldn't be watching gang-rape porn, when I then realize "Where the hell are the cats?!?"
I rush out of the porn viewing room to find Mazie, Pippin, and Sid only to discover that the crack whore, who owned the other urinating cat, had let them all out because her cat stays outside. So, I rush back into the room yelling "Did you let the cats out?!" Her kids are gone and she is now in bed with a bunch of scary, dirty biker-type men. This is my bed damn it, what is she doing in it with a bunch of sketchy dudes?
She responds, "Yes, I'll help you find them but you gotta go because we really want to fuck."
"Well, go to your own house if you want to do that. I don't want you doing that in my bed!"
"We're too horny to go to my house, we have to do it now."
"Fine!", I yelled while running outside to find my cats. I did find them, somewhat easily, and then the dream ended and I woke up.
You should know, the cats escaping dream is common with me, but rarely is it ever tied up in another story line and never before in a story line involving a gang-bang in my bed. And, sure, the whole thing was mildly entertaining (I remember thinking this during the dream), but still I'm left wondering, "What the fuck was that?!" Leave your thoughts in the comments.
