The People Behind My Eyes

Maybe 7 or so people were in a car parked outside a mall ready to go in to see a boxing match. One person was hungry so instead of going in the mall they pulled off and went to a different mall to get something to eat. A few people went in and came out with the head and shoulders of baby tiger cubs on their plates. The skin hadn’t been removed. You could still see the eyes and the fur. Some of the baby cats in the dream were deformed but people still ate them. It was head and shoulders, and a little bit of belly which is where the fork stuck straight up from. One person after another came out of the mall with a baby tiger on their plate in this fashion. I asked what the hell was wrong with them. They said it’s a delicacy. I said not in Indiana it’s not. They asked if I wanted to go get one. I was appalled.

Just before going in to see the movie we were all asked to turn off our cell phones. Everyone pulled theirs out to turn it off. My cell phone was the size of a typewriter. It even had a battery in the form of typewriter ribbon. I said to the girl beside me, “Do you think this thing could get any bigger?” She laughed with me at the size of the cell phone but then she started talking about my pants and how stupid they looked. I told her they didn’t look stupid at all. She got out of the car and made some inaudible joke to a person with us. I jumped out of the car and yelled, “I said the pants are fine. You need to leave me alone.” I truly did not appreciate being made fun of.

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Some girl I was flirting with a few days ago appeared in my dreams last night as well. We hung out by the coffee maker in an office setting chit chatting. In the middle of chit chatting I told her when I woke up that morning I thought to myself, “Damn it! Here I am again.” She laughed and said she thought she was the only person who thought that way. I really do that, wake and think, “Here we go again…….”

Recurrent dream theme: the second mall shows up in many of my dreams
deformed cats, mocking, several people in one car when I’m not driving, an auditorium full of people that look slightly familiar.
Feelings upon waking: dissociated, depressed
Physical reactions: rocking, holding my hands to my face, head down, eyes closed.
Self care: I got up, opened the curtains, let the dog out, tossed some water on my face and wrote this thing out. I have therapy today.

Needless to say Captain won’t be accompanying me to therapy today.

Thank God for steam cleaners…. and half way understanding puppy mom’s. He looks so guilty here. That’s okay buddy. We’ll just get a wash cloth and make you all pretty again. You can stay home and pester your sister, the one that doesn’t bite as opposed to the one that does.

More Cats In Dreams
Wednesday, February 13, 2008, 11:31 am