| | On another note, the strange dreams continue. Last night, I was a child. I was on the front porch of an old house in the country and I'd caught a very small field mouse. I had it in a jar and I was feeding it dried corn. Someone I can't remember was with me and they told me to catch a big black waterbug that was crawling across the porch. I caught it and put it in the jar with the mouse. I thought they might be friends. The waterbug immediately attacked my mouse, clamping it's mandibles on the back of the poor mousey's neck.Without thinking, I reached into the jar and tried to squeeze the bug to stop it. It squished between my fingers, but I was too late and the mouse was dead too. I think I dropped the bug on the concrete and stomped it. I woke up with the image of a dead, bloody mouse in my hands and a stabbing feeling in my foot (in my dream, the bug's last hoorah was to pinch my foot when I stomped it).
It was very sad and very messy. What is wrong with me?
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| | Posted 1/12/2009 4:26 PM - 10 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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