I had a weird bad dream last night.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I awoke and the first thought was, ahh man I have to post this. It’s still under my skin. Interpretations welcome
I’m walking outside in the back yard. It’s my back yard, and feels pretty accurate. There are several immense cedar trees close to the back of the house. I walk around one, and see a small mountain lion-ish animal. I stop and look at it a second. I’ve been a cat person my whole life, and I looked at it’s face carefully. It looked too interested for me to feel safe, and so I slowly turned and walked back towards the house.

It followed in a walk, then that slightly eager loping stride they have when they’ve realized that they might yet get a meal out of the burst of physical energy they’re about to expend. I run for the house, it’s running behind me. I get to the door, run through and try to close it but the cat leaps at the door. It’s on it’s hind paws, pushing against the door a la a human.

I can see it’s face, it’s just a large cat, nothing different or evil or anthropomorphized about it. But, I can’t close the door and although I feel I’m shoving hard, I am aware that I’ve got almost no strength with which to push.

It pushes the door open, and I figure I’m done for. I step back a few paces and it leaps at me, snarling. I grab it in mid leap and as I grab, aim for the throat. I get it, and turn it quickly away from me as I start to clamp down on it’s neck.

Strangling it is harder than I thought it would be, but not because of the musculature I thought I’d encounter. Its neck is like a stuffed animal, but it’s still snarling and eyeing me as it struggles. As hard as I press, I cannot get it to die.

I see a spackle knife near me, like a 3" wide one and I reach for it. I hold the cat against the ground with one hand and quickly slam the blade of the knife down against it’s throat with the other hand, taking it’s head of with ( of course…) no blood or sounds. It comes off like a rag doll’s.

The cat’s body leaps up, and bounds over to the separated head. It nuzzles it a second, and positions the body so the neck parts are close together. The head reattaches, and the cat runs out the door.

*** Then I woke up. WHAT THE HELL???***

Cartooniverse

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You gotta watch out for those stuffed cats.

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I’m always mildly jealous of people who remeber their dreams so vividly, even though this one was a disturbing one. The most I usually remember is bits and pieces.

No idea what it means, aside from you being an odd fellow, but that had already been established long ago, so no news there. Love ya! {{{toons}}}

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I remember most of my dream from last night. It was basically the beginning of a non-existent Simpsons episode. The family was sitting on the couch watching TV, except for Bart, who was running around naked with a somewhat brown colorization to his skin. I forget what happened afterwards, but Bart was really dirty for some reason, so Homer takes him to this guy who puts him in a tub and starts washing him. It doesn’t come off. Homer’s using a sponge, but the man says that won’t work. The man gets out a mechanical cleaner that looks like a pig (I have no idea where that came from) and it cleans up Bart, but I think it scared poor Homer. The next day, Homer is walking around in some place (it may or may not be the power plant) when all of a sudden, he’s knocked out by a microphone (the camera angle is the same as Bart being cleaned by the pig). Mr. Burns comes on the loudspeaker and says “Oh, it’s just a humanitarian. I’m glad I didn’t hurt anybody important. Now get the hell out of here!” Then he adds, “And if you don’t leave, I’ll be sending out some nice doggies. At least I think they’re nice doggies.” Then we cut to Mr. Burns, who’s telling Smithers that he fears he’s going to die soon…

and then I woke up.

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I thought you only dreamed of me!
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