Friday, January 8, 2016

steel Spaghetti

I dreamed I was in a mobile home.  I was there with an ex-girlfriends' family.  I felt out of place yet I was welcomed. It was night out, the family was getting ready for bed.  I was to sleep on the couch, so I stretched out to relax.  They had a fluffy cat, who jumped on me and walked up and down my belly. I pet it, speaking to it like "Hi! What's your name? You sure like brushing your tail on my face..  You smell too."  Then the cat walked onto my neck and face, how rude.  I was about to get up and displace it when it accidently stepped in my mouth, I choked and coughing spooked it away.  So, I again stretched out to sleep, but there was hair in my mouth.  It started with wiping my tongue against my lips and making "pfft pfft" sounds, then taking wads out with my fingers.  It intensified, I was choking on hair, which turned whisker like.  Then to wire, then to thin strips of metal.  It became stuck, like I was slurping a wad of spaghetti, but it was twisty, tangled, bent strips of metal.  It tasted like iron and bitter, pervasive, dehydrating oil.  My ex's mom was outside and she seen me struggling through the window.  She looked horrified, then her son was beside her.  He shut her eyes and dragged her away.  He angrily came inside, accusing me of being a demon or something.  I tried to explain that the cat stepped inside my mouth, but I couldn't speak with so much metal hanging out my gullet.  He put his arms around me and lifted me up easily, I was surprised he did.  He pressed me against a wall, then grabbed the metal and tried to pull it out with his other hand holding my forehead.  It hurt a lot, I became bewildered with anger.  I wanted to catch his chin with my palm, just to end the pain, but I was paralyzed, the only thing I could do was bite down harder on the metal.  That's all I remember.

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