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  • trying to back up, not enough room, too many people watching, banging the car into all sorts of stuff, panic panic

  • the hamsters were in a box with a napkin over them, I knew it wouldn't hold them for long, a baby got out and darted across the floor and somehow I got it back in the box, but then they were in the bathtub and I accidentally turned on the water and then I had to hop in without crushing any of them and try to turn off the water but I turned the faucet the wrong way] and made it worse, they were everywhere, drowning, invisible in the water, thrashing around my feet
  • Three little Gremlins in a box, just like in the movie green scaly and lash-out-y. No Mogwai here, they were in full menace mode, except that their claws were the consistancy of rubber and weren't cutting me when they frantically flailed at me.

    In the bedroom I lived in as a child, in the cellar, I resolved that they had to be put down. Lacking proper anaesthestic equipment I resolved to smoosh them with a big book. The first two splattered gloriously but the last one had to be squashed time and again before I was certain I'd crushed the life out of it - its appearance didn't change after it died, but lying it to final rest in the shoebox I noticed little green bugs, like aphid-preying mantis-hybrids, vacating his body. Gremlin fetuses? Parasites? Who knew. I needed a rest - this new threat could claim this room for its own.

    in our last episode... | p_i-logs | and then, all of a sudden...

    A beautiful woman, tall and lean, laughs and tosses her straight, mahogany-colored hair. It falls to the small of her back. She is with a man who is older, and who is flush with ephemeral vigor. His voice is deep as he draw her attention to his latest acquisition, the tapestry on the wall. It is an extraordinary piece, unique and priceless. With one small, Tango-like step to the front of him the woman insinuates her right thigh between his legs and draws her nails gently down his back as she whispers something in his ear. They turn from the tapestry and go into the master bedroom, where she cleanly kills him with a knife. You know this, you do not see it. You do see her egress, calm but quick, the soft tapestry wrapped around her body.

    You are sitting in a circle of people, outside, in the dark. There is a fire in the center. A monk in a sand-colored robe is going to each person in your circle with two large, flat rocks, also sand-colored. Water is running from the rocks, and the monk looks frantic. It is your turn, so you do what the last person did - collect water with your hands from the rocks and drink it. Just then you notice the woman buried to her neck in the ground. The monk ceases his work. Hhe goes to her and lifts her head off her body several inches to pour water onto her.

    I also dreamt that Y did the dishes.

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