Michael's Texas Embrace

I had a really strange dream last night, so strange I figure it's blogging material.

In my dream there was this spider, a little bigger than my hand, and it was hanging around the bed I was going to be sleeping in. And I just knew it was going to bite me when I went to sleep and make me sick, and I didn't really want a huge spider hanging around my bed anyway, so I was chasing it around trying to squash it (or crush it, I guess). This thing was fast! Let me tell you. It was really fast and super-freaky.

So I'm chasing this freako spider around, trying not to get bitten in the process, and this sickly-looking cat shows up, and the spider runs over to the cat and climbs into the cat's ass, which was also very freaky. So I pick up this cat, and it's really thin and it's skin is sort of saggy (which is gross) and I think that I should probably kill cat, I mean, it's obviously sick, and it has a really big spider in the back end of its digestive system, and who knows how good that is for it, and the spider is obviously not a normal spider, this cat is in trouble, etc. But, I can't just whack the cat with a book like I was going to do to the spider, and killing a cat seems different than killing a giant spider. So I can't bring myself to ice the cat. I carry it outside instead, and sit it on the front lawn. I go back in and lock the door, and hope that the cat leaves before the spider gets back out and finds a way in the house.

That was the end of the dream.