Somthing about a but plug and lots of crap (literally). Ew.
A girl from work was regaling me with stories of her dentist visit. She had a couple of holes in her rear teeth and one in a tooth in front. She was slightly put out as “she has always had good teeth”.
For some reason my kitten has sheared off both it’s right paw and it’s head. I reattached the paw with no worries without the need for glue or stitches. The head was another matter. The two cleaven surfaces had desiccated, much like what you see happen if you cut a cactus plant in half, even with the spine being the central bit of the cactus. I reattached the kitten head and jump started it’s body and all was well. I ran into a slight hiccup when the kitten’s pulse hit 1000bpm and blood began to spurt around. The kitten was quite happy running around, playing, but I was concerned that the head needed permanent securing to the body. For some reason electrical tape was chose for the job, but the kitten would not sit still to be secured. In the end, a vigorous play session resulted in the head popping off, blood going everywhere and then the various parts of the kitten decaying much like they had be sitting in water for a couple of months. The next section of the dream was full of misery. I decided that the next time one of my cats gets chopped in half, I need to sew it back together once the pieces are reattached and BEFORE I kick start its systems, not try to sew the kitty together after I have got it going.
I attended a land sale in what was supposed to be the western suburbs, but looked like a mirror image of the area around Officer. Despite the sale supposed to be a first in best dressed deal, it wound up being an auction style event.
The auction house resembled an incomplete church – skeleton roof, pews, aisles etc. People were scattered around in small groups. I was in the last row near two women who were perched on the backrests of the pews with their feet on the sets.
For some reason I wished to change out of my shorts into jeans so went to find some toilets. They were the shabbiest most disgusting ones I had ever seen – twigs in the only bowl, spider webs and encrusted rust everywhere.
When I actually did sleep thanks to what has been diagnosed as tonsillitis I had the wackiest Goth-icky dreams. I seems that a whole bunch of demons and soul revers were lingering around me waiting for me to croak it due to my sore throat and elevated core temperature. One of the big nasty things with balck shiny scales and multitudes of needle like teeth was saying that it had taken an option out on my immortality contract. All well and good if the dream were true, but I expect not.