I had a bad bad bad dream last night/this morning. It started out great....I think! Then...it got very bad very fast. I was, for some reason, staying in a hotel/lodge type thing with 2 of my bffs, actually the 2 girls that I had dinner with last Saturday. Go figure! We were not too far away from my world because when shit hit the fan, I remember being close to where I needed to go.
One afternoon I had to go somewhere and I couldn't bring my dog. I left him with the girls at this lodge/cabin type thing. There was property around so that the nerd could go outside and play for a bit off lead. I feel like we had been there for awhile because I was totally confident that things would be alright in my absence which wasn't long, maybe a couple hours during the afternoon. This is where things started to get weird. I wasn't driving my car but rather a Jeep of some sort. Not a bad deal! LOL I had to go underground to get the vehicle and in order to get out, I had hustle up a VERY steep bending ramp. I was unsuccessful with my first attempt but for sure made it with the second. SO WERID!! Anyways, I do whatever it is I had to do. I can't remember that part. The next thing I do remember is coming back and walking into the lodge that was oddly dismantled. The girls were sleeping and this house looked like it had been hit by a tornado. I start to panic looking for Choochoo. In a fit of hysteria I wake up one of the girls and asked her...WTF happened? Where is Choochoo? Her reply was less than satisfactory.
I feel like the 2 had partied their asses off....but with only 2 hours to accomplish what would take most hooligans 5 hours to accomplish....and one of the girls being VERY pregnant...this was not a reasonable assumption. Never-the-less....had bigger fish to fry. WHERE THE F*** is Choochoo? I am searching high and low and I finally find him outside in the back. I can't picture the exact situation but....when I got my hands on him....this was the most horrific part of my dream. He had been mauled by something. He had major lacerations, incredible wounds and I could tell he put up a fight by the missing teeth in his mouth. Just the image of that....is making me cry as I write this. He had a major major major laceration to his neck. It was as if someone or something put a wire nouse around his neck and almost succeeded at killing him. IT WAS HORRIBLE!!! Naturally...I freak out and panic. I bust ass getting to my car...with him...and I drive like a mad woman trying to get to my veterinarian. The hospital looks very different than what it looks like in real life. I walk in...hysterical and they take Choochoo from me.
I am not too familiar with the feeling of losing something so totally and utterly important to you. I feel like someone is ripping my heart out of my chest. It is so painful that trying to communicate this with you is upsetting me. I was so so so upset in my dream. I couldn't let them take him away...so I insisted that I go with them to hook him up to fluids, put him on meds and get him fixed up....if that was possible. I can't express to you how bad this dream was. I mean....I have had many bad/horrible/horrific/disturbing/scary/freaky/terrifying dreams. I think this one takes the cake. It wasn't losing him that was the hard part to deal with....it was what had happened to him that hurt more. He was completely mangled. I have no idea what happened to him in my dream. I woke up at the part when I was hysterical in the hospital. Not only was I totally upset about my dog being ripped to pieces...but I was sort of livid with the girls. I trusted them with my most precious possession and this is how they look after him?!!!
My dream was packed with sadness, fear, rage and anxiety. I think I need a pill or something to sooth my mind and nerves.
I hate dreaming today!
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