#babesindreamland

Dear DreamJournal and Tumblrverse,

Two nights ago I, yet again, had a dream so vivid and bizarre I just had to write it down. After a month or so of insanely intense dreams, I thought to myself, "I should start keeping a dream journal." I'm planning to take some of my better journal entries with me when I go on my road trip to Navajo Nation this August and ask a spiritual leader there to interpret them. I'm not even sure if there even exists an in-house spiritual leader or Mother Willow type thing but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Then again, that might just be really stereotypical and non-PC of me but whatever who cares onto my dream:

It starts off with me at this girl's apartment on the Upper East Side. I know the girl--her name is Sasha and she's an whacko art school student--and I've been to her place before but it looks different. We chat for a little bit before she leaves me to petsit her two pomeranians. I agree and she leaves.

Some time passes and my roommate, Dounia, shows up. I'm surprised to see her because she doesn't even know Sasha. She ends up telling me, for reasons unknown, that she's here to finish the rest of my petsitting shift. Even though Dounia came to "relieve me of my duties," I stay and we end up sitting on the floor petting the pomeranians.

Now here's where things start to get super weird (I apologize for boring you with the petty details, but I had to "set the scene," if you will). Suddenly, the whole apartment is full of dogs. Not like packed, but there were a good 10 or so dogs that just showed up out of nowhere. I guess Dounia and I were expecting these dogs because we weren't caught off guard or anything.

I don't remember what exact breeds were there, but I remember one dog specifically. It was an old, grumpy, ratty looking chihuaha thing on the verge of death and of course it wouldn't get out of my lap. Dounia ends up telling me that the dog is actually a rat--I don't want to say I have a rat phobia because it's not an irrational fear, they're disgusting and the world would be a better place without them--but it looks so much like a dog that I continue to pet it. I made sure to tell her about my fear/disgust for rats and that if it died in my lap she would have to deal with it.

Lo and behold, the thing dies while I'm in the middle of petting it. Its body stiffened and all of a sudden it transformed into a fat rat the size of a medium chihuahua. Its mouth was slightly agape with its rat teeth sticking out and, worst of all, all of these beady, red albino rat eyes sprouted all over its body.

I screamed and threw the thing in Dounia's lap. She got pissed at me but I had told her what would go down if the RatDog died.

I woke up before we had the chance to discuss how to dispose of the body.

Sweet Dreams,