Jason Vertucio

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Weird dream states: 5/26/2011, 5/27/2011

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So, Here’s the funny thing. Two nights in a row, I have dreams involving my cats. So, the last theme in my dreams was falling. This one is cats?

The other night, in my dream, impostor kittens came to replace Ginny and Max, the cats that Boom Boom and I had that she now keeps. Ginny, the ginger one, looked like a suitable replica, but Max was too light- and long-haired to fool me. Although, at that ripe age of three weeks old, the face did look remarkably similar. Then again, Max—a two-year old dark grey tabby—has the ever-curious face of a six-week old kitten, so I suppose it makes sense that the dream replacement would be a baby cat. I don’t remember if I accepted them or not, but when I woke up, the apartment was still as empty as ever.

Last night, I dreamed that my parents’ house was overrun by mice!!! My parents freaked out and stayed out in the back yard while I braved the house to see how infested the house was. I counted at least seven, with more scurrying about that I didn’t see. And I even found a family of four huddled by the window. Of course, since it was a dream and not real life, I went OMGCUTEBABYMICE for about three seconds.

Max and Xavier (my brother’s Himalayan) were happily at work disposing of all the mice in the living room. Of course, Xavier took the longest time with them, as if he’s the evil one who loved the Saw movies but just couldn’t set up those elaborate traps for his victims because, you know, no opposable thumbs.

And I suspect Max was just as happy as a bean playing with a mouse toy that actually moved. You know, until it died. I actually watched him play with a mouse until it was dead, swat at it twice, and when he realised it’s not moving any more, pounced on another one.

I dunno. All I know is that the living room had four dead mice by the time I woke up.

This entire post was written and drawn on my iPad, but then edited on my computer.

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