Sometimes I can tell how they have come to be. I can see parts life,
past and present, conversations, television shows, even the weather,
all come together, whir around in the blender of my mind, and spew out
like some bizarre melodrama.
The other night I had one of the odder ones. And I couldn't even
begin to tell you where this came from.
I was in a house, I don't know whose, when I opened a drawer in the
kitchen and there was cat there looking up at me. The home owner
seemed pretty matter of fact about it. Later, however long it may
have been but time had obviously passed, I opened the drawer again.
This time a leg of a cat fell out and the first cat was still there,
albeit rather emaciated. But the scary part was it was being hugged
by a tarantula. Huh? A big, hairy tarantula.
I don't even want to know what that dream means! Would you?