Most of the blogs I’ve written in my time have been detailing my weird dreams. It’s time to post a few on this site! Some of my dreams are rather disturbing, but I figured I’d start with a nice, lightweight dream that’s utterly bizarre. Be prepared for more hardcore tales in the future! Also, I write all my dreams in present-tense, since this is what therapists always recommend. And without further ado, here it is!
I am on the phone with my best friend Kim and I am watching a reeeeally creepy episode of Scooby-Doo that’s actually scaring me. I say goodbye to Kim, the episode ends, and my mom and I go off to meet with this short, fat, older woman who is really odd and eccentric. Sitting on her couch to look out her window, I can see these strange animals. It looks like we’re near an ocean or enormous saltwater lake with tall grass around it, and I can see the head and part of a neck of what looks like a young cow. I point it out to my mom, and she says, “Oh, tall cattle! You don’t see those very often around here!” The woman says her neighbor raises them.
It walks out from behind the grass and it looks like part cow, part giraffe, and part goat. It has a really long neck and legs, a small cow head, and enormous cloven goat hooves. They can climb on stuff, big rocks, etc., but it doesn’t look like they should physically be able to. I keep saying, “They look like half-cow and half-alien.” Then some guy on the TV in the room says, “Or half-CAT?” I look at the TV and see this guy climbing telephone poles and trees. He has long legs and big cloven hooves like the cows, but a tail and fur like a cat. I say, “Yeah, or half-cat,” and the guy says, “Good! Cats are awesome!” Then all of a sudden, the TV shows all these different clips of a forest at night with cats (like from the musical, those costumes and everything) popping out from behind trees and running around, showing off, singing, yelling, climbing, and jumping around happily, for about 3 minutes. Then the TV just goes back to showing the cow-cat-guy climbing a phone pole. My mom leaves, and I am supposed to stay there for some reason.
I end up staying with the woman and her equally odd husband for a few days, and I only see the woman again a few times; she’s always saying something about a choir loft, and wondering how you can get tickets to sit in those good choir loft seats. There are TVs everywhere in the house, all showing different videos made by the man and woman when they were younger, and the walls are absolutely covered in pictures of the couple- black and white photos, old pictures of them videotaping, catching fish, getting married, and lots more.
On the last day that I am staying there, the man is trying to feed me dinner, but I have horrible allergies to the tall cattle, and my nose is running ridiculously, my head is stuffed up, I can’t hear very well, my throat and mouth are dry, and my throat hurts. I have to keep blowing my nose, but there are no tissues in the kitchen, so I keep having to excuse myself from the man, who is constantly blabbing, to go into the next room for tissues. There are 2 boxes on this little table. One has shiny gold tissues and the other has silver ones. I usually grab two gold ones and blow my nose. The man asks me if I want tea. I just say “Okay”, but he tells me I have to go down to the cellar and get it myself, so I don’t. I can’t remember what else he gave me, except a “pear”. He opened the fridge and there was an enormous aluminum tray with lettuce and what looked like halves of giant potatoes, or huge pieces of French bread. He takes one of these out and it is really hot and he keeps burning his hand. He puts it on my plate and tells me to eat it. I say, “I can’t eat that ridiculously enormous pear thing.” But he says it’s good for me. I just ignore my plate anyway because I don’t have any appetite due to the allergies.
Finally, my mom comes to pick me up. My mom, the old woman, and I sit at this round kitchen table with (of course) a TV on it, showing the woman drawing a long time ago. Then my cat jumped on me and woke me up!
