for the first time ever last night, i had a dream that took place in my parents' house as opposed to my grandparents' house or some other random made-up house. and in the dream, i was trapped in the house, because everytime i went outside, i was attacked by wild animals. panthers, cheetahs, tigers, mane-less (does that mean female?) lions. they were burrowing under the walls to get into the house, too. scratching at the windows, eating each other (a black panther swallowed a tiger whole like a snake), birthing cubs that rapidly turned into ferocious beasts to join the pack. altogether quite stifling and unnnerving. then, when i amassed my own army of humans to somehow figure our way out of the house, i realized that i was just delusional, or someone was playing a cruel trick on me. me and my humans would step outside one by one, and there were no feline beasts of destruction. just a cool breezy night and clear skys (the tropical-jungle-like blazing sun had set while we were planning) and about a bajillion people that i assume were from various points of my past (they all seemed to think so anyway) celebrating something. i only recognized jenny and max and they were late for a wedding, but were being nice and sticking around till the celebration was over. i eventually fell asleep on a giant cake.
the strangest thing is, last night before i went to bed, i remember thinking that most likely if i had any dreams at all, they'd be about gangsters or rats (of the snitching human sort), because rather than going out, i forced myself to stay home and be good. naturally, i was bored of being good in about 17 minutes, so i ended up watching reservoir dogs and then a sopranos marathon. lessons learned:
- the skinniest guy is always the rat.
- gangsters are not subtle. when a gangster asks you a seemingly random question, you are about to die.
- being hyper-logical to a fault will keep you alive while the idiots kill themselves off.
- i need a gun.