the full dream faded, but somewhere in the middle of dreaming about dealing art and swapping cars in Oxnard and a new burgundy-leather attache case I dreamed...

that there was a prestone bottle on the counter, and it had a momma rat living in it. she had just had babies, and would go in and out of the bottle through funky openings in its lid.

I was in my bed in my room as it is now. I looked behind the left side of the head of the bed. on the pillow on the floor were turds. I was half expecting rat turds but it actually looked like cat poos that were soft and wiped on the pillow. I thought, that's where that smell comes from. Alexander must be afraid to go past the dog.

I opened the drawer next to this pillow and it had grey sweat-clothes in it. on the edge of the folds was a discoloration, I realized it was rat piss. I opened the drawer above it, and found a rat nest. the place were there was piss and droppings had deteriorated the press-board bottom of the drawer which is what had leaked to the drawer below.

in the other room Karine looked at the prestone bottle. there's a rat's nest in here! she exclaimed. we looked at it again and realized that there were layers of old nests under the currently active one.