The other day I had a really weird dream, but it was so
vivid and strange I thought I should share it.
In my dream, I had previously obtained a rat as a pet. Now,
that’s when I should’ve realized it was a dream because rats freak me out and
this thing was much closer to me than my conscious self would ever let a rat
get. In fact, the only thing the rat
wanted to do was snuggle up in my hands.
I didn’t want to keep the thing, but my mother was insistent that I keep
it.
Honestly the rat was kind of cute because it loved me so
much but I didn’t want it. I had an
itty bitty little carrier for it to sleep and my mother had a fit, telling me I
needed to get it a proper home. Here I am
trying to get rid of the darn thing and now it needs a cage. I begrudgingly agreed to go buy a rat cage at
the pet store. During the walk there, I thought
the rat was biting me because I felt his teeth on my thumb, but I realized he
was just sitting there with his teeth placed uncomfortably on my finger. I guess it was his way of saying “I love you”. As soon as I got to the pet store, the rat
kept trying to run away from me and I kept saying, “Stupid freaking rat,”
because he was indeed a stupid freaking rat.
This is where the dream ended, but my dad insists that there
be an ending to the story, so here’s how I imagine it would’ve ended.
At this point I was looking desperately for a rat that I didn’t
even want to keep. Eventually I found
the rat all snuggled up in a display cage looking annoyingly cute, and I had to
buy the cage because he refused to come out.
After I went through check out, the rat got out of the cage, climbed
back into my hands and placed his teeth on my thumb. And we lived uncomfortably ever after.
I have a feeling this won’t be the last post of its kind…
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