Rats, Braless, Barack

Lori's dream about rats reminded me that I had a similar dream where there were rats everywhere - but they were more like cute animated rats, likely because I watched Ratatouille the night before.

For some reason I'm only remembering snippets of dreams this week:

- at some point of a much more involved dream, I realized that all of a sudden my bra was gone. My shirt was still on, but the girls were free and I remember folding my arms over my chest and scampering away. Yes, scampering.

- I was at a counter where this saleswoman was trying to get me to sign up for a new credit card. She was listing all the perks that come with it, tickets to shows, hotel discounts but also you get to train with Michael Jordan and live with Barack Obama.

RATS!

What is going on lately? So last night I was snuggled up in a stranger's bed. Not a complete stranger but pretty much. See, I'm dog sitting for this girl and her 8 dogs, 4 snakes, and slew of lizards. Yes I said 8 dogs and yes it IS a wonder I get any sleep at all. Oh, and really 3 dogs are hers and 5 are up for adoption . So, she and the hubby needed a vacation and I am dogsitting for them. I can't remember who all is allowed on the bed and who isn't so i let it be a free for all. So, back on topic, I was sound asleep. Or sound-ish asleep and having crazy horrible dreams about rats on me. They were slinky and scurrying on me. I awoke with a start and Hannah was squirming under the covers down by my feet and tickling my legs with her tail. HORRIFYING to wake up from a rat dream and have a critter at your feet. Hannah is awesome though so you should take her home. Winter is coming and she'll help you out with spastic snuggling!

In Bed with the Rats

this is actually from 4/11/08

I had a set of awful dreams last night - the kind where you wake up, tell yourself it isn't real, then fall back asleep and dream the whole same damn thing all over again.

My dream was that I was in this courtyard and I was trying to get to a legislator's house. I don't know who the legislator is but there is a sense of urgency that if I don't get there something terrible will happen.

In the dream I'm wearing my super cute vintage green heels and I have to hop around all these dark spots on the path. As I move forward, I start to think that the spots are blood. Ick. As I get closer I realize that what I am seeing are the decapitated (for lack of better words) tails of rats. Vomit.

I am literally playing hopscotch trying to avoid the rat pieces that are multiplying by the moment, trying to keep my lunch down. Finally I reach a house that would otherwise be beautiful if it wasn't covered in dead rat mass. There was a veranda framed by wisteria- but hell, even the beauty and fragrance of wisteria can't cover up this mess.

When I walk inside the house, I feel a formidable sense of dread. There is nowhere to sit down or move to- as now I can see where the rat bodies previously attached to the tails have accumulated.

I am scared, nervous, apprehensive. I'm about to meet someone who is bad enough that they would actually live in this hellhole.

Around the corner of the room peeks Georgia Speaker of the House Glenn Richardson. That's when I wake up in terror, drenched.