Dreams Part Deuce

More vivid dreams.

The other night, I dreamt I was crossing some border in a car with my sister and my grandparents. We were waiting for the authorities to "OK" us so that we could continue on our trip. Next thing I know, I'm riding a horse through this valley and make it to the bottom of this mountain covered in coniferous trees. I stop at the bottom of this huge log cabin mansion on the middle of this mountain and make my way up. I can tell that it's been abandoned for a little bit and there are a lot of animals inside. Not wild animals, some puppies, rabbits and baby polar bears which look exactly like the Gund Snuffles (with the little hunch and they move just as if they were Snuffles but they were baby polar bears)! I go to the kitchen and open the fridge. For some reason, I think that milk would be exactly what these little critters need after not being fed for a while. So I fill a giant tray with milk and they're all lapping at it (kind of weird) like cats...and the polar bears would topple over into the tray to drink and kind of momentum-swing themselves back upright in a Snuffles position. It was really cute. I start to leave the log cabin to get back to my horse. When I see her/him, I start running towards them. But for some reason, this startles my horse and we're no longer in the valley but rather on a street and the horse is on the sidewalk. It freaks out and jumps off the sidewalk and plunges headfirst into the street and breaks its neck - on purpose. (What? Like that's some sort of self-defense mechanism?) I'm freaking out and running over to see if she's alright and she's not moving, but I can tell she in a lot of pain. I keep apologizing over and over because maybe if I hadn't been running, I wouldn't have startled her. I run down the street and it's all farmland everywhere and I look for the nearest farmer. I barge my way into this barn and find an old farmer man. I tell him, I need your gun, I need your help, my horse is in pain, please put her out of her misery! I can't do it myself because I will probably screw it up and hurt her even more!

So we hurry back to my semi-paralyzed horsey and find her on her back, hooves up in the air - dead. The farmer tells me that someone already beat him to it. I'm going wild with frenzy: Are you sure she's really dead? Please make sure I don't want her to suffer. We check the horse, its eyes are red...bloodshot and well, you know how people say when people die they lose control of their bowel movements? Well, there was plenty of doo doo and guts and intestines everywhere. My horse was definitely dead.


Then last night, I dreamt I was back in my home in Toronto...in the dining/kitchen area. The floor was covered with ants and it was disgusting. My entire family was home, my parents were in the upstairs living room, and my sister was with me. So I look under the sink to find the can of Raid to see if I can kill these badass creepy crawlies all over the place. When I look back up, there's even more than before and now there are spiders and hairy tarantulas and even black scorpions crawling all over the place. I start spraying as much of the ants and spiders as I can and then suddenly this scientist (who's trying to breed the world's most dangerous bugs?) appears from nowhere and tells me I should stop, but in a threatening way. I spray the bottom of the door frame for the doors to the backyard and push my sister out, telling her to run and stay away from here! I try to keep spray-killing the bugs but the scientist does something to scare me and I run up to the living to find my parents and they're sleeping. I decide to not disturb them and the scientist walks me back downstairs but I don't know why. There are bugs everywhere. I wake up.

Correction, I half wake up. 'Cause now I'm half awake and half asleep trying to analyze the dream and I realize...that when I found my parents, they had weird expressions on their faces...so they couldn't have been sleeping. They were dead.

It was a chilling semi-conscious revelation and then I was up. For realz.