This image haunts me...
I woke up this morning from a very strange dream. Having a strange dream like this one and actually remembering it is a strange feat in itself. The average human has a dozen or so dreams very night, lasting for seconds each, but they are mostly forgotten. I usually forget all of my dreams by the time I get out of bed, but I think that my dream was part of the reason I got up in the first place. I went to bed around 5 am last night and was fully expecting to get up no earlier than 2 pm, the usual. Instead, I got up a little after 10 am. I remember hearing my roommate recall a bunch of weird dreams in college, but now I finally have a pretty memorable one myself.
Here's the dream: It first starts at a Christmas pageant or a talent show or something. I'm part of an act that is mouthing the words to an original song about apples. There's like seven of us up there and we're dressed like elves, and the stage is set up with fake trees to look like an orchard. I'm kind of running around the stage pretending to mouth the words, but I don't really know them. My colleagues are visibly unimpressed and rather displeased with me. I find out after the show that I missed a crucial rehearsal, probably the only one we had. During the act, I attempt to juggle three apples which ended poorly. The apples are super saturated with juice and explode when they hit the stage, splashing some of my cast-mates and some of the closer audience members. Then my dream cuts into what I can only guess is an after party which takes the form of a cook out. I'm sitting at a picnic table of which there are many. It appears nearly all the people I've called friends at any point in my life is at this cookout. Sitting across from me is one of my best friends from 5th grade. Also at my table are some members of my college fraternity and a guy that was kind of annoying in high school. I wonder to myself where everyone is sitting, thinking of close friends from high school and college. I don't seem to be able to spot anyone. I eventually make my way to where the food is being prepared. To my surprise, my college roommate, Devin, is the one in charge of cooking. I've only seen him make Rice Sides in real life, so I was not really sure what to think. The grill is just a giant piece of metal weave that is placed on top of some rocks above fire pit center. On the grill are three cats - three giant cats. I'm not really a cat person, but this kind of bothers me. I was excpecting pork shoulder and ribs. Anyway, I start chatting with Devin but I don't know what we were saying. In my dream, I was not seeing it through my eyes at all times. At points, like when I'm staring at the cats on the grill, I see them through my eyes. However, I was a third party observer when Devin and I were talking. While we were talking, two of the cats get up and start walking around on the grill. All three still had their fur and everything, nothing had been done to prep them for cooking. On the one hand, it sort of relieved me because that might mean these cats just jumped on the grill and that we weren't going to eat them. On the other hand, had they been dinner, the appropiate measure were not taken and a lot of people were going to be hungry. These two cats start fighting each other, jump off the grill and continue to fight on solid ground. One cat turns out to be a dog or something that's not a cat. This is when I'm coming out of the dream and start losing the imagery, but I have the look of these two beasts vividly stamped in my mind. They were attacking each other and looking ferocious. Not only that, but they had been sitting on a grill surface so they kind of aflame. It was the weirdest thing. I remember thinking these animals are insane, except the voice in my head was that of Tracy Morgan.
Feel free to interpret if you dare. Anyway, I'm up earlier than I have been in a while. Maybe this will mean a more normal sleeping pattern at normal hours. I may also be actually going insane, way off the deep end...
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Dude, that wasn't a dream. We were grillin' cats last night. My specialty.
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