The alarm clock that is my dog, Bo, got me up this morning by licking me in the face. After letting him and Moxie out and then in, and feeding them breakfast, I climbed back into bed with several cats and the two dogs and either had the MOST vivid dream or actually traveled to an alternate universe.
I "woke up" a couple of hours later in a strange hotel room with a woman who was a spy and who had had her eyes replaced with a metallic cylinder stuck smack-dab in the center of her face where her eyes once were. She then pulled the cylinder out of her skull--without DYING--and told me she was looking for diamonds.
I "fell asleep again" and was woken up by my husband, which is weird because he's out of town this week. (And weirdos, don't even think about trying to find out where I really live and breaking in because my two pit bulls will eat you for lunch).
Then I fell asleep AGAIN (do you sense a recurring theme in this dream or alternate universe?) and I woke up again in the same strange hotel room, but with all of my actual pets on the bed with me as if they had been transported to this alternate universe, too, and a large king snake beside the bed. I picked up the snake (because that's what I do with strange snakes unless they're venomous) and it was docile. Then I decided it was time to get out of bed and figure out where the hell I was since I wasn't in Kansas, er, Alabama, anymore.
I went downstairs, and by downstairs, I had to climb a ladder to get to the first floor of this hotel room and discovered that the under-the-cage heater of my ball python's cage had caught fire and was burning merrily, but my python was still alive and I took him out. He'd been trying to shed his skin when his habitat caught fire so I whisked him to the bathroom to soak in some tepid water in the bathtub so that I could help him shed. (I've actually had to do this for my snakes. Peeling their skin off is like peeling off a tight glove inside out.) However, I got ready to stop up the tub and there was a nest of snakes in the drain, as well as another nest of snakes and baby snakes in a hole in the fake grass beside the tub. (Hey, I didn't design this hotel room, plus it's in an Alternate Universe where literally ANYTHING can happen.)
Then the hubs showed up again and I explained about the fire in Denver's cage (and which, by the way, I don't use under-the-cage heating elements for my pet snakes) and then the next thing I knew, I "woke up" again in my actual bedroom cuddling a giant teddy bear, with two dogs pressed against my backside and a calico cat curled up in my nook (NOOK: the junction of my hips and legs--cats like nooks of all kinds. It's cosy for them.)
So, all of this crazy morning dreaming makes me wonder if my psyche travels to an alternate universe while I'm sleeping, which in turn, makes me wonder if my alternate self ever travels to my life while I'm awake (and she's sleeping) and thinks, "Whoa, that was a hell of a dream! Pet skunks, life-sized toy lions, and cats with thumbs. It HAD to be a dream!)
I do keep wondering if the chick looking for diamonds ever found them and why she didn't bleed out when she pulled that metallic cylinder out of her face. Oh well, some things are never meant to be known.
I "woke up" a couple of hours later in a strange hotel room with a woman who was a spy and who had had her eyes replaced with a metallic cylinder stuck smack-dab in the center of her face where her eyes once were. She then pulled the cylinder out of her skull--without DYING--and told me she was looking for diamonds.
I "fell asleep again" and was woken up by my husband, which is weird because he's out of town this week. (And weirdos, don't even think about trying to find out where I really live and breaking in because my two pit bulls will eat you for lunch).
Then I fell asleep AGAIN (do you sense a recurring theme in this dream or alternate universe?) and I woke up again in the same strange hotel room, but with all of my actual pets on the bed with me as if they had been transported to this alternate universe, too, and a large king snake beside the bed. I picked up the snake (because that's what I do with strange snakes unless they're venomous) and it was docile. Then I decided it was time to get out of bed and figure out where the hell I was since I wasn't in Kansas, er, Alabama, anymore.
I went downstairs, and by downstairs, I had to climb a ladder to get to the first floor of this hotel room and discovered that the under-the-cage heater of my ball python's cage had caught fire and was burning merrily, but my python was still alive and I took him out. He'd been trying to shed his skin when his habitat caught fire so I whisked him to the bathroom to soak in some tepid water in the bathtub so that I could help him shed. (I've actually had to do this for my snakes. Peeling their skin off is like peeling off a tight glove inside out.) However, I got ready to stop up the tub and there was a nest of snakes in the drain, as well as another nest of snakes and baby snakes in a hole in the fake grass beside the tub. (Hey, I didn't design this hotel room, plus it's in an Alternate Universe where literally ANYTHING can happen.)
Then the hubs showed up again and I explained about the fire in Denver's cage (and which, by the way, I don't use under-the-cage heating elements for my pet snakes) and then the next thing I knew, I "woke up" again in my actual bedroom cuddling a giant teddy bear, with two dogs pressed against my backside and a calico cat curled up in my nook (NOOK: the junction of my hips and legs--cats like nooks of all kinds. It's cosy for them.)
So, all of this crazy morning dreaming makes me wonder if my psyche travels to an alternate universe while I'm sleeping, which in turn, makes me wonder if my alternate self ever travels to my life while I'm awake (and she's sleeping) and thinks, "Whoa, that was a hell of a dream! Pet skunks, life-sized toy lions, and cats with thumbs. It HAD to be a dream!)
I do keep wondering if the chick looking for diamonds ever found them and why she didn't bleed out when she pulled that metallic cylinder out of her face. Oh well, some things are never meant to be known.
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