weird dreams

had a really messed up dream last night, one of those where the details are SO strange that I can’t figure out where they came from?

it was like a maze, that started in my high school. a “game” maze – you entered with a few friends. charles, our consierge led us in and helped make us these rubber band guns. we included myself, tim, our 2 cats, and some other people – friends – i cant identify. as we start going through the maze i see our 2 cats run around, exploring, and then a 3rd black cat appears. i think “Hey they’re gonna have fun” and we keep walking
eventually we get to a twisty turn where we all understand we’ll need to shoot the fake monsters with our rubber bands. the atmosphere is creepy (its dark) but also we know its a game-maze, so no one is freaked out.
i can’t shoot because my hand is stuck near the wall because of the pressure from the people behind me.
our rubber band guns break and the cardboard monsters (like jack in a box) don’t actually harm us – but there’s a voice saying “you are now dead!”. we turn around and take another turn of the maze, when i say “i’m tired of this, this is not fun” and take the first random door.

the door takes me out to a courtyard, with dozens of porches, each one labelled with a decade period. i open one randomly and see something like a puppet show that falls back and reveals hitler which falls back and reveals an alien. someone approaches from behind the thing (this is all me looking into a hallway from the porch) and leads the alien away by the hand saying “this is not for her to see, let’s go”.

i step away and see my two cats, one of whom tail is now shorter. i freak out, pick them up and get flashes of what they went through while they were away (nothing very happy, Bad People did Bad Things to them). i get VERY pissed off and run up to someone standing in the middle of the yard, saying “what the hell is going on, what the fuck is wrong with you sickos” and he/she (can’t remember) goes “you’re not supposed to be here”.

mind you, int he background, i can hear the events of each decade behind the doors. JFK shooting, 20s music, martin luther king, ww2, ww1.

i look around and start looking for my decade, but can’t find anything – everything is in the previous centuries. i end up finding some unmarked door and walking into what seems like an old abandoned hospital. i’m carrying the cats this entire time. i find a vet, and i start demanding answers from her. she seems to be a drunk nazi vet who is very old and very tired. she explains its not “their fault, they thought the cat wasn’t yours”. i get very pissed off and make her hold the cats and go “SEE WHAT THEY DID” and she is terrified and sobers up.

at this point i’m tired, frustrated, scared and angry. i jump out the window and wake up.

the black cat is curled up RIGHT BESIDE ME, leaning into me, and first thing i do is check her tail. it’s all there!

yeah. freaky dreams.