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But I've mostly been posting under a filter lately, and last night I had a bizarre dream. I haven't remembered any dreams lately, so it stood out.
In this dream, someone (probably my cousin) got my Mom and Dad to babysit some pets for them, and these pets happened to be four wolves. Which Mom and Dad were taking care of, in the living room. One of them kept trying to jump up on me and clearly didn't like me, so in order to avoid the risk of having my throat ripped out in my own home, I called Jessie and Jo, who in this dream lived together down the road where my grandma used to (and where the said cousin actually lives now) to ask if I could stay at their place, but that wouldn't work for a few days. Then Mom was making strenuous dream-logic objections to an escape plan that I didn't actually have, while I was actually preparing to barricade myself in my childhood church (right next to Mom and Dad's house; they still know the people there and have a key to it) and try to sleep on a pew.
Then somehow this shifted into something about finding an abandoned purse in a Wal-Mart and taking it to the service desk rather than leaving it there, and somehow this tied into my Castlevania story brainstorming (maybe it seemed like the kind of thing Trevor's dad would do), but then I realized how absurd the juxtaposition was, and right about then I woke up.
In this dream, someone (probably my cousin) got my Mom and Dad to babysit some pets for them, and these pets happened to be four wolves. Which Mom and Dad were taking care of, in the living room. One of them kept trying to jump up on me and clearly didn't like me, so in order to avoid the risk of having my throat ripped out in my own home, I called Jessie and Jo, who in this dream lived together down the road where my grandma used to (and where the said cousin actually lives now) to ask if I could stay at their place, but that wouldn't work for a few days. Then Mom was making strenuous dream-logic objections to an escape plan that I didn't actually have, while I was actually preparing to barricade myself in my childhood church (right next to Mom and Dad's house; they still know the people there and have a key to it) and try to sleep on a pew.
Then somehow this shifted into something about finding an abandoned purse in a Wal-Mart and taking it to the service desk rather than leaving it there, and somehow this tied into my Castlevania story brainstorming (maybe it seemed like the kind of thing Trevor's dad would do), but then I realized how absurd the juxtaposition was, and right about then I woke up.
