Crazy Dream Last Night

[Cobra]

WARNING: Incredibly long, and graphic. Do not read, if you have a weak stomach and are an animal lover. Also do not read, if you hate long stories about other people's dreams. This is a doozy.

Last night, my wife turns to me and says, "I want to save aaalll the animals." out of the blue.

Her rabbit of 12 years had to be put down on Saturday, so we've been talking a lot about animals, death, Queen, etc.

So I go to sleep last night, and BAM. Fucked up dream begins.

I got promoted at work, and Kristen subsequently quit her job to stay home with our adorable dog, Wicket. He's the shit. But then she gets this idea to literally "save all the animals." This, in my dream, apparently means to bring home as many animals as possible.

I return from work to find that she has left the house, and in it is a large, adolescent, black pit bull. He's made mulch of my guitar. Curses. I can't find my dog, so I assume he went with Kristen. She comes home from where she says was Pet Smart with an adorable baby giant panda in tow. No Wicket. "What's the deal?" She tells me she "found" him, but I tell her, "No you didn't, Kristen, I just saw the ad in the paper saying that Pet Smart was looking to donate their baby giant panda to any zoo in the area that could handle another panda! You stole him, didn't you?!" She doesn't admit it, but it's true.

So while we're fighting about the animals (insufficient funds, legalities, time constraints, etc.), I'm noticing that these animals are extremely aggressive. "Pitty," as Kristen has named the pit bull, likes to chew EVERYTHING, and he bites. Hard. And he's protective of anything he feels is his, which is everything. Then "Pandy," as Kristen has named the baby giant panda, is a "swiper." He likes to stand on two legs and box and takes swipes with his very sharp panda claws. Ow. Get down! In between his naps, he gallops through the house looking for food. He eats Pitty's food while Pitty tries to bite him and protect it, but Pandy swipes at his nose and puts him in his place. So amidst all this, I say, "And what about Wicket? What's he gonna do when we bring him back from your parents?" (assuming that since he wasn't with her when she got home that he was at her parents down the block). "He's at my parents?'" Fuck...

Where is he? The vent in the bathroom is scratched and clawed open, and deep down inside, barely reachable is my 8 pound Maltese dog shivering, not because it's cold, but from the fear, panting to high hell whilst burning the fuck up because it's so hot in there with the heat on. I can barely even hold onto him long enough to yank him out of there; that's how hot he is. It looks like Pitty actually slashed this open. She left him alone in the house with that thing!

So then we decide to reconcile... After all the fighting we agree that we'll find a home for Pandy and Pitty tomorrow. So we go lay on the couch, and we fall asleep there accidentally, and I wake up the next morning to Pitty growling and barking at Pandy. Pandy is eating all the books from our shelves thinking it's bamboo, or something. My real little bamboo plant has been eaten, all of Pitty's food is gone, and theres puke all over the wood floors. Pandy continues to eat the pages from the books getting sicker and sicker. He looks bloated from eating all the wrong shit. Kristen's not there, and neither is the dog. While I'm cleaning up the mess (trying to avoid getting punched by the panda or eaten by the dog) I go check the vent, and there's Wicket again! I get him out of there. His body's so hot!!!

She comes home again, and this time, I'm totally shocked with her. But before I started exploding, she pulls out a gray tabby and a Boston terrier form her bag; kitten and pup respectively. They're very sick, and they need help, so there's no time to fight. We start helping them get better. They do...

The cat causes no trouble at all. She's adorable. Neither does the pup. They're both fuckin golden, but the fact of the matter is, we can't afford to keep bringing sick, lost, and illegal animals into the house. We argue for a long time again.

She names the cat Pickles and the dog Peppers. We cage them all up, and, exhausted, go to bed. I wake up again the next day, and she's gone AGAIN! This time, Wicket's voice can be heard barking so deep in the vent, that I can't reach him, Pandy's now twice the size he was two days prior and he's eating the curtains and going postal any time I come near, Pitty's barking at NOTHING, just thin air, and Pickles is hiding under the couch. I can't find Peppers anywhere. He's very scared of Pitty, so I didn't know where to look.

Pretty soon, I hear little wimpers coming from my TV area, so I go over to the TV stand, and inside the little glass door, next to my PS2 is Peppers convulsing. I pull him out to find that all but one of his feet have been bitten off by Pitty. The one remaining is hanging by skin! The display is horrifying. I contemplate "putting him out of his misery," something I've discussed many times over with a number of people that would be probably the most terrifying thing to ever have to do to an animal, specifically a youngling. Peppers, now turned on his back in my hands, is howling louder and more murderously than I have ever heard anything yelp before, and this thing is so young it can't even bark just yet! Pitty is nipping, chomping, jumping, and growling like it's some kind of game of keep-away, and like I'm holding a steak in my hands, or something. In my dream, I am crying so intensely, that I can't even breathe because of all the mucous built up in my nose. I am cursing Kristen's name at the top of my lungs for her negligence, and I am completely beside myself with bereavement for this puppy and nervous collapse from everything that is happening all at once...

I wake up, and my whole body is drenched in sweat, and I'm screaming what sounds are capable of coming out of my mouth at 4 in the morning. Kristen wakes up and touches my head until I fall asleep again. I tell her about it today, and she's like totally shocked. She's such a good pet owner and person/animal lover, she'd never do any of those things, but it was all sooo real! I fucking hate dreams, you guys! Screw dreams!

Yeah... Fucked up. Sorry about that. I had to get it out in type before I forgot it all forever.

 

[echoplex]

Dreams are a bitch. I was convinced I had pulled my entire mouth out of its hole one night.

 

[Toad]

I know this sounds stupid but I can dream the future...lol

Well I looked into it and people say it's just deja vu...but it happens so often.

 

[Artifice Orisit]

Yeah... Fucked up.

You have got to be kidding.

Where's the crazy butcher who disembowels you and leaves you to try escape while dragging your guts across a filthy abattoir floor?

Where’s the tiny sibling you dropped into a blender and your trying to put back together before you parents get home?

Where’s the last spaceship leaving a nightmarish alien planet that turns out to be something like a carnivorous shape-changing plant-trap when you get inside, tells you to calm down because you're going to be "reborn" and it is your "mother", all the while your legs are slowly being absorbed by the fleshy floor.

And don’t even get me started on the lack of gender or species confusion.

Or being a lost five year old child in a city that is maddeningly familiar yet you are incapable of navigating, let alone getting home.

When you have dreams about cannibalistic clone child soldiers fighting a pointless war against a cross between the Alien and the Thing on a forgotten planet on the edge of the universe, all of them dying before they can ever grow old enough to understand what being human means, none of them ever understanding the concept of love.
Then you can call your dreams fucked up.

 

[The Fury]

I once dreamed that I raped a prostitute and then killed her. Oh wait, that was last tuesday.

 

[Sugarpop]

Have you ever had that dream where there's puss coming out of your jaw, so you saw it off with a chainsaw but then you realize that 'WTF how'm I gonna eat' and then you go to this restaurant where they call for this nurse who turns out to be a asian person arriving in a catering truck and then she checks your testicles in the back room in case you have cancer and just when you're about to tell her about the jaw you realize that it's grown back again only this time it's plastic and then you go how and everything is kinda cool?

 

[Fukyo]

When you have dreams about cannibalistic clone child soldiers fighting a pointless war against a cross between the Alien and the Thing on a forgotten planet on the edge of the universe, all of them dying before they can ever grow old enough to understand what being human means, none of them ever understanding the concept of love.
Then you can call your dreams fucked up.

Had a similar dream when I was younger.

 

[Kuu]

Eh, I second Cognisant. That sounds like just a regular bad dream. Not a fucked up dream.

I once dreamed I was falling in a white void, sort of like a gigantic tornado. It was all wind, and everything was just flying around, crashing and breaking apart, and lost in the endless fog. No ground, no directions at all, just whiteness and chaos and tossing around, rotating, being tugged on all sides, and then crushed... with a horrible dizzying headache and stomach like a blender.... And no sound, not at all, not even me trying to scream. That lasted what seemed like hours. I thought "am I dead, is this my afterlife, have I brought this upon the world? I want it all to end." I wished to die, but it was impossible. After I woke up I spent the entire day in bed, not speaking at all.

 

[preilemus]

Sounds kind of messed, but i'm sure holding a dying dog is alot more emotional than most who havent experienced it can appreciate. so i therefore withhold judgment as i dont know what thats like. also, on an odd note, Pepper was the name of my dog when i was little. no s, but still worth mentioning i thought.

This is the most graphically disturbing dream ive had recently for anyone who is into this sort of thing:

So I'm standing amongst about a dozen or so children playing outside at a small, secluded day-care/orphanage type facility. no other buildings are around, and most details of setting go blurry about 50 feet beyond the building.
Anyways, all the children are playing together and having fun, I'm not really doing anything except standing there though, and i eventually notice a black boy who is sitting on a swing hung from a tree about 20 feet or so from the day-care. I go over to ask him why he isnt playing with any of the other children, and he gets up, draws a line in the dirt with his toe, and says " You don't want to play with me. don't cross that line."
The adult lady who is in charge comes over to drag me away explaining that he is very sick, and has to be kept away from the rest of the children. Everybody sleeps within the day-care building there, but there is an outdoor showerhouse attached to the side of the building where this boy sleeps.
Later that night, me and the rest of the people are eating dinner amongst candle light and derelict cots for sleeping (theres no electricity). I ask the woman in charge about the sick boy, and she brings out a laptop (which was odd in stark contrast to the environment), and she google searches something, and explains to me that he has "The Grippe," and shows me on the laptop.
Anyways, they decide that I ought to go and bring that kid some food. I go over to the showerhouse, and place the bowl of soup on the ground right outside the entrance.
I was going to walk away, but i was curious about this kid, so i decide to go into the showerhouse. There's no lights, and the only way i can describe it is as a heavily used gym showerroom that hasnt been washed in 4 years. The disgust of the room itself might have been enough to creep me out, if it werent for the boy kneeling down on his hands and knees puking black worms into the drain in the center of the floor.

I promtly woke in a cold sweat, and while one of my first thoughts was to actually google search "The Grippe" like what had been done in my dream, because at the time I didnt know what it was, or even if it was real, i never got around to it until today. Turns out to be an old name for influenza, which is strange, because I have no prior knowledge of that word, at least, conscious knowledge.

 

[Artifice Orisit]

Not so much "fucked up" than "fucking creepy".

Anyone else had a dream like that?

 

[Da Blob]

I know this sounds stupid but I can dream the future...lol

Well I looked into it and people say it's just deja vu...but it happens so often.

There's an old thread about pre-cognition - several INPTians confessed to some experiences in this area of parapsychology...

 

[Tyria]

Forget about it and go back to sleep.