I think I might be getting sick again. I had a night full of freaky dreams. I should preface this by saying that after I saw a rat chasing a squirrel out in the yard, I also heard a small scuffle in the garage as I was walking through there last night. I’m pretty sure I also heard something on the roof. Consequently this was one of my dreams:

I was walking through the garage when I see a black animal dart towards the garage door as it’s rolling up. I can’t make out what it is because it is the weirdest looking thing I’ve ever seen in my life and it’s running away from me. It’s furry and black, has elephant ears and is small. Like the size of a large beagle. It has a long sausage body like a daschund with a long hairless tail like a rat. I turn towards where it seemed to have climbed out of a box. I peer into the box. In it are three labrador puppy faces peering out at me. My heart immediately melts. I pick one up and notice that there are 2 other lab puppies in there, but one is dead. I move the live ones onto the floor and underneath them is a white cat with a white kitten. Again, my heart melts and I pick up the kitten. There are more furry things in the box. One is red/orange (like a fox), three are white and one is black and brown mottled. I think that they are more full grown cats, when one turns to me and it is a GIANT rat. I recoil in horror and feel lightheaded. That’s when I catch sight of a mutant cat-rat that has the top half of it’s body a kitten and the bottom half is one of those horrid giant rats. I scream and wake myself up. I want to shower. I touched yucky things.

I drift back off to sleep. Now it’s parade of the ex-boyfriends. I should say that I have good relationships with all of my exes except one. Him, I feel violent hatred towards. I see red when I run into him. He’s so stupid and clueless, he talks to me as if I’m as happy to see him as he is to see me. Last time he tried to give me certificates for a free massage while I was fantasizing about kicking him in the nads. 

So I’m at a tennis tournament. (Ok, so I liked tennis players.) And I keep running into exes, one after the other. They are all playing in the same tournament. (After I woke up I realized that one of them was NOT a tennis player, and yet he was playing in the tournament. That would have been interesting. He played football.) So I get to my first true love. And he goes to kiss me. I say “I can’t, I’m married.” (It’s highly annoying that I don’t even cheat in my dreams.) And then he looks shocked and hurt. And I feel SO bad. I feel guilty that I got married. And then I wake up. Still feeling bad. And I’m disturbed that I ran into all those people at one time. It takes me about an hour to fall back asleep. Then I longed for the rat-cat dreams.