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Holy Crap Part Two:

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So to follow up from my dream about the tiger.

In it, prior to the the tiger, I was here at my parent’s house, where I am now.  There were some rats that were rabid, or zombie rats or something, and they were only in the basement, which is where I was staying with Angelo (Angelo came home with me for Christmas).

I went downstairs to look for him.  Angelo came walking out from around a corner with another cat.  It wasn’t DC (the last cat my parents had) or Fumbles (a cat they had a few years ago) or Oscar (my cat that died earlier this year), but it was a cat that seemed familiar to me.  Angelo even got along with him as if they had lived together for years (which is weird, even though Oscar and Angelo lived together for years, they were never the type to follow each other around unless it was food time).

Anyways, they came around the corner, walking at first, and then running up the stairs behind me.  This was also strange, because in the couple days we’ve been here Angelo has never ventured upstairs by himself.  He’ll stare up from the bottom, but not walk up himself.  And these aren’t the first set of steps he’s seen.  Back in Buffalo he lived two years in an apartment where he had to go upstairs to use the litter box.

Back in the dream I was surprised to see this gnarly, old, patched-fur cat come strolling out.  It looked bigger than a cat, but definitely a cat.  It laid on its back and you could see missing patches of fur and scars where it looked like it had gotten in a fight.  As I went closer to the cat it got bigger and bigger.  Eventually it wasn’t a cat.  I was close enough to touch it when I realized it was a bengal tiger.  I slowly backed away but it flipped over on its feet and crouched low.  As I turn to run up the stairs it leaps at me.

And that’s where I woke up thrashing.  When I stood up out of bed I almost jumped back on the bed thinking there would be zombie rats (or rabid rats) on the floor.

Bizarre.  First really vivid dream I’ve had in a while.

So…

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So I’m not going to have time to write 750 words this morning in the next, 8 or so minutes.  It’s just not enough time.

I am quite proud that Sam and I got up this morning to exercise before work.  Her to do some morning yoga stretches or something or another (I don’t do yoga…. hate it).  Me to ride my exercise bike for twenty minutes.  And I did take it rather easy, my calf, for obvious reasons, doesn’t feel the best.  But I thought getting some blood pumping through the bruise would be good for it also.

I had a very strange dream last night.  Two actually.  Unfortunately the first came right before the first alarm went off and instantly disappeared into the mist when I went to sleep for another 15 minutes.

In the second though I was living in this same apartment sometime in the near future.  Oscar was dead (my cat).  While walking through the dinning area of my apartment the floor boards started to rumble.  They started cracking and a box pushed up through the floor boards.  It was Oscar.  I had apparently buried him underneath the floor of our apartment when he died.

I picked up the box and tried to keep him in it while he kept trying to get out.  At first he clearly dead and rotting like a zombie cat would be, but as the dream went on he kept getting healthier and healthier until at the end of the dream I let him out of the box because he was perfectly fine.

While this was going on Sam was on the phone (in my dream) with someone who was telling her to pick up her two pets.  These two pets they were referring to had died when she was a child and they wanted her to pick up their now animated bodies.  I kept telling her to hang up, and she finally told the person she wasn’t driving to Madison to pick up some quasi-alive animals.

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What I really got out of the dream, or what caused me to think when I woke up was that when Oscar pushed out of the floorboards in his box there was dirt everywhere.  When I woke up I immediately knew this wasn’t right.  I live on the third floor, there wouldn’t be dirt.

Then I got thinking.  I don’t like that there isn’t dirt underneath my floor.  That kind of bugs me.

Time for work.  418 words. Not bad for a quick morning entry.

Soul Rising

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I’m not sure who I was dreaming about, or what I was dreaming about. But in my dream someone handed me a drawing on a small scrap of paper and said “There it is….That’s it.”

When I asked what it was he said “That’s the soul.”

That’s all I remember from my dream, but it was a good one. I think.