Two nights ago, I dreamed I was at my grandma's house, and I saw a cat. It was a dirty cat. I mean, literally. Its feet were black (reminded me of Jones). Anyway, I said, "What's up, kitty?" And the kitty said, "Mew" in a friendly enough fashion.
So I start back up the road to my house (since my house is just up the hill from my grandma's house) cheerfully, minding my own business, when the cat picks up a rock in its teeth and throws it at me. "Aw, how cute," I think. "It's all hostile and things." So I keep walking.
It throws another rock at me.
And another one.
As I get further from the driveway, I begin to realize that this cat must practice throwing rocks a lot, because the rocks are coming from increasingly farther distances at increasingly faster speeds. It is when a rather good-sized rock comes whizzing by inches from my face that I realize my physical well-being is in danger. So I start running.
And the cat must think this is hilarious, because it starts running too. Still chucking rocks with its teeth. I'm barely dodging the things at this point, and all I can think is, "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die because I was stoned by a frickin' cat!!!"
And then I wake up.
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3 comments:
hahahahaha. i just laughed out loud at that. thank you.
Oh My Gosh, Liza. Get OUT of the cow pastures! Them shrooms are takin' you down! Ha. That was like the funniest thing I've read all day. I have an interpretation for you... :)
lol, I don't think I wanna know...
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