The Cat-Woman Seduction and the Copper Taste of Captivity: Yet Another Dramatic Title for an Odd Series of Dreams

It is raining today. Rainy days are for hibernating with another warm body, kicking back with a good book, or trying to interpret the mysterious morse code of precipitation tapping on the roof overhead.

I will be doing none of the above.

 A plane passed by last night, very low and very loud. I think it was carrying my friend from Colorado but I won't be sure until he becomes conscious, most likely sometime around 1 or 2PM. I'm the only one I know cursed with the early-bird disease, and some company besides a usually blank screen would be nice. Actually, I shouldn't say I'm the only one, danbaerpig just texted me telling me he had a wonderful night with his ex. I guess miracles do happen to some.

I had another series of bizarre dreams last night, in fact so bizarre I cant' even share all, even to a ghost audience. For starters, I woke up bleeding on the sidewalk. Not just bleeding, pouring. I was wearing plaid shorts, Jordan kicks, and an oversized Insane Clown Posse hoody (if there was any speculation as to whether or not my brain hates me, that should settle it there). I'm bleeding from under my fingernails, my eyes, my teeth.... pretty much any place that blood can leak it was. As if the blood isn't enough, there's mud everywhere. Everywhere. I'm waltzing around in these fresh ass Jordan's, and there's fucking puddles of mud balls deep. Man everything sucks. I feel a sudden compulsion. I go into the first house I see and am confronted by a spanish woman. She gives me a set of about a thousand keys, and does not instruct me otherwise. She says I must go pick up her daughter Ana. I take the keys, and without further instruction, swallow them one by one. There is a flicker, and I am on the porch of another house, millions of miles in the sky. I am on my knees, sticking my fingers down my throat and purging the thousands of keys I swallowed. Apparently my digestive system doubles as a key mangler, because the only thing I was vomiting was blood and twisted metal. When I finally purged the last key, a beautiful girl entered, picked one up and seemed to be satisfied. I know the girl, and am excited to see her. She invites me inside, which is stifling hot and infested with cats, for wine and I comply. Her room mates have apparently died, judging from the stench and decomposition quite awhile ago, and this was the reason for the cats excitement. They were having quite a feast. Oddly enough, neither her nor I minded the presence of the half-eaten cadavers, and we drank our wine and chatted like old friends. We made an intimate bond amongst the dead and then I discovered the purpose of the key. She exited through the front door, and locked it. From the outside. She was leaving me to die with her dead room mates and creepy cats. I awoke in a cold sweat, no doubt resulting from the open window, trying to get the taste of copper out of my mouth and the sound of phantom cats meowing from my ears. Apparently I had bitten my lip, and my blood was the copper I was tasting. I must have been fucking gnawing on it, it was running down my face.

Is that weird or is that weird?

Swallowing keys, intimacy, corpses, cats, Jordan's?

Well, I suppose it could've been worse. It could have been swallowing cats, intimacy with corpses or swallowing corpses, intimacy with cats.

Yes, when put that way it could've been much worse.