bad dream

I've been dreaming like mad lately. The other night I'd been asleep for just an hour when Phet came to get into bed. He woke me up with his rustling and I felt as if I'd been interrupted out of some kind of mental marathon. My brain was whizzing so fast that I couldn't organize my ability to speak.

This morning I woke up after having a dream about our countryside house and I once again felt like I'd been rudely interrupted out of a parallel universe. An evil parallel universe. One in which I went to visit the house with Mum and found that instead of being surrounded by 3 acres of bucolic northern Ontario woods it was surrounded by trailers and clapboard houses. These neighbouring structures were not pleasantly set off from our house, their properties started about 2 metres from ours. And our house was a wreck, with rickety stairs, and a teeny tiny porch. To top it all off, the house was home to THE HOUNDS OF HELL. Five dogs of the Uncle Rob type (for those not in the know: gigantic, inbred, badly tempered, not farm-trained let alone house-trained, and with skulls of a size and weight comparable to that of a mastodon). Hiss, boo, unconscious mind for coming up with this rotten vision! [Countryside-30-May-2005]