disturbing dream
Had the most disturbing dream last night…
I was in some house I can’t place and don’t recognize…There was a lady with me, some sort of realtor or appraiser or something of the sort… We were looking around examining the house and the yard. I remember a large bricked archway with stain glass near it…
fast forward to what I believe was the garage in my dads house. I was with a girl I went to highschool with, her name was stephanie. Coinicdentally, sheila had mentioned this girl a month or two ago… Anyhow, we were doing something with my car, I think it involved the windows. I remember at one point her holding up a large black piece of plastic that was shaped exactly like one of the side windows – as if it were completely opaque tint, like the windows were being blacked out.
For some reason I had the impression she was coming on to me, so I went inside the house to freshen up a bit, change my clothes, etc… It seemed I was gone for maybe 10 minutes, maybe a little less. I returned to the garage and we continued doing whatever it was we were doing with the car.
After a few minutes I heard some sort of noise from inside the house, so I went inside. Standing in the kitchen was the realtor/appraisor lady from earlier, she had let herself in. She saw me, but didn’t say a word. She had a horrified look on her face and turned towards the microwave.
I followed her line of sight and saw that the light was on in the microwave, and it was running. My cat Cassidy was inside, looking very distressed. I ran to the microwave and shut it off by opening the door.
The cat looked fine at first glance and I felt relieved for a second. Then he very slowly turned his head towads me and I saw his tounge hanging longly and limply from his mouth, and he started to look strange. I went to pull him from the microwave, and when I touched him he felt…really mushy – not wet, but his insides felt all gooey, like there were no bones. his fur felt wierd. He started letting out this gutteral distorted horrific sound – I think it was the most horrifying noise I can remember hearing.
In the meantime, stephanie had walked into the house very non-chalant like.. I turned to her with a panicked, freaked out look and she said “What? You were gone so long, and patches was being a brat”.
Then I woke up feeling very disturbed. I kept hearing that noise the cat made in my head all day, which certainly made ITIL training interesting.
