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I’ve had a lot of weird dreams lately.  I wouldn’t even call most of the ones I remember nightmares.  They’re just odd.  I had a dream recently where I was back in the house I grew up in as a child in Detroit.  I was living there with my mom and my sister.  We had three dogs in the dream.  I guess we had recently been grocery shopping because there were items on the table along with a grocery bad that hadn’t been fully emptied.  The dogs were hovering around the table and acting kind of weird.  At the time I attributed it to them being greedy and their noses smelling something in the bag.  There noise finally annoyed me enough for me to scream at them to shut the fuck up!  They stopped for a moment and then continued like I was talking to some invisible entity they were ignoring.  Whatever.

The dogs were going crazy.  Only Tantrum was big enough to actually get on the table and while she might try that around someone else, she knew better than to attempt it with me watching her.  The dogs really had a problem with that bag that’s when I noticed it.  The bag was moving.  What the hell?  The easiest explanation to why I could form was that one of the ankle biters somehow got onto the table, jumped into the bag, and was too stupid to (or afraid) to jump back out of it.  I looked at Tantrum and saw the other two dogs next to her.  It still took me a minute to figure out that something wasn’t right.   I moved towards the table and waved the dogs back.  I knew my furbaby had my back and the ankle biters not so much.   I looked in the bag and I saw a few cans of vegetables which I wasn’t touching and a head of lettuce.  I was wondering why the hell the bag had moved and then I saw it.  Something was in the corner of the bag.  I have no idea what it was.  It looked like a cross between a baby ferret and a small rat.  Needless to say I was not pleased with the fact that some type of vermin was in my house.  I don’t like bugs and like vermin even less.

Had the bag been on the floor I would’ve put on my size 14s and played Stomp Stomp Revolution on everything in that bag.  Well, that’s assuming for some reason Tantrum didn’t eat or attack it first.  However it was on the table and I didn’t want to risk it getting out, finding a place to hide, mature, and having stray vermin in my house.  I decided I was going to look for a stick or something to beat the tiny critter to death.  I looked in my room and all throughout the main floor and couldn’t find a stick or anything that could be used as a blunt object to save my life.  I then started talking to myself.   Literally, another me who I’ll call the real me (or my conscious self) appeared in the dream and began talking to my dream self.  I questioned myself about how could it be I don’t have any blunt objects when I’ve pretty much always slept with one in arm’s reach.  My dream self shrugged and said, “I know, right?  This doesn’t make a lick of sense.”

My dream self decided to go look in the basement for something I could kill it with.  As he opened the door in the kitchen that leads to the basement a few dogs raced up the stairs and out of the side door which was inexplicably wide open.  The real me and my dream self both said, “What the fuck?!”  I disappeared leaving my dream self to deal with it.  I flipped the light switch leading down to the basement even though it was daylight outside.  I looked out the door and noticed a pack of dogs outside the door leading to my backyard.  Tantrum started to charge towards where I was standing, presumably to protect me, but I wanted to protect her so I closed the kitchen door and stepped down to the landing.  I big brown dog, who incidentally looked liked the werewolf from those damn Twilight sequel commercials glared at me, growled and then tried to make his way in.  We had a storm/security door that I managed to partially close and I began stomping the dog shit out of that dog’s head.  He finally got tired of the big, angry black man walking it out on his head and retreated out of my house.  I guess he was the alpha male because several dogs saw what was happening and ran to their leader’s aid.  They all looked like they wanted to rip me apart.  They glared and growled at me and for some reason I returned the deed and glared and growled at them back.  Tantrum was going crazy on the other side of the door.  One dog charged at the security door and I spat on him.  Right in his eye and continued growling.  They made another run for the door and I countered with a shoe to the head until I woke up.