Sunday, 1 March 1998
pet torture

I dreamed that I was preparing to go to a ren-faire-ish event, and
the person who was taking me was a co-worker of my mom's when I was
a little kid... he had a camper thing, like a small winnebago.
this was all at my mom's house.

I was having problems getting my boots laced, becaue I was using
ribbon to tie them up, and my cat buddha ran by and hopped on a chair.
Jim (my mom's coworker) said to me, "your cat is walking funny",
and when I looked, I only looked to see how she was walking, because
I was trying to lace up my boots.

trying to make conversation, Jim said "so has your cat always had
a short tail? it looks like it was bobbed like a dog's." this really
got my attention and when I looked, buddha's tail was chopped off
about an inch above the base. it had stopped bleeding but was fresh.

I went to the front door and buddha ran out in front of me. on the ground
was mangled bits of her tail. these two black guys, or maybe they were
mixed, grabbed her and began to do shit to her ears. I started screaming
what are you doing to my cat? they said, their cat, voltaire, had been
missing and they were gonna torture buddha until voltaire was returned.
now in the context of the dream, I knew the neighbour's dog had killed
voltaire. but when I told them that they said fine then that means
they can kill buddha, she's just some white bitch's cat anyhow.

at this I ran back in side, and told Jim to call the cops. I grabbed this
billy club thing that was nonetheless bright construction-worker orange,
and ran back out. the last I remember of the dream was my comming after
these guys with the billy club while they were forcefeeding buddha
some odd mixture of poison and ground up chocolate chip cookies through
a syringe. her ears were pretty much gone.



normally when I dream violence, the dreams are lucid and I can control
the plot and such. this wasn't the case with this dream and I woke up
really freaked, at the violence and racism in a dream I couldn't control.
gahhhhhh. this is all the more freaky because 6 years ago when I
was living with my mom, some neighbours had taken buddha and poked out
her eye - probably with a pencil or big nail, the vet speculated.

Posted by dracon at 01 March 1998 11:50
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