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May. 9th, 2005 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeIf I never, ever, ever have that nightmare again it will be too soon. Spent the entirety of the damn dream running around trying to put my poor tailless kitty in the damn cat carrier so I could take her over to my grandma's house and keep her safe from the really bigass snake a Flagg-esque man had left in the house to eat her. Couldn't keep her in the damn cat carrier. I was crying by the end of the dream.
Go back to sleep. More nightmares about kitty and a snake. This time it was a bigass rattlesnake that bit her. Then it bit me. Lots. Then I grabbed her and fled to safety and cuddled her till I finally went "This is fucking ... no way." and woke up.
I'm going running. Maybe if I can run fast enough I can outrun my nightmares.
ETA: So, I'm going running, right? And I'm going along, and there's this long white wavy thing in my path. Kind of like a long white worm. So I think to myself, I'll want to see this oddity, and I slow down to look down at it.
So what is it?
Dead. Baby. Snake.
This day is fired. I want my eight hours and change back.
I'm going to turn into Saint Patricia and drive all the snakes out of the United States. Out, damned snake, out I say! Fuckers. Trying to drive me mad, they are.
(Disclaimer: I don't actually dislike snakes. I had a teacher, once, whom we called 'Old Snake,' brilliant man. But this is fucking ridiculous.)
Go back to sleep. More nightmares about kitty and a snake. This time it was a bigass rattlesnake that bit her. Then it bit me. Lots. Then I grabbed her and fled to safety and cuddled her till I finally went "This is fucking ... no way." and woke up.
I'm going running. Maybe if I can run fast enough I can outrun my nightmares.
ETA: So, I'm going running, right? And I'm going along, and there's this long white wavy thing in my path. Kind of like a long white worm. So I think to myself, I'll want to see this oddity, and I slow down to look down at it.
So what is it?
Dead. Baby. Snake.
This day is fired. I want my eight hours and change back.
I'm going to turn into Saint Patricia and drive all the snakes out of the United States. Out, damned snake, out I say! Fuckers. Trying to drive me mad, they are.
(Disclaimer: I don't actually dislike snakes. I had a teacher, once, whom we called 'Old Snake,' brilliant man. But this is fucking ridiculous.)
