Real Kato Blog: Wednesday Wandomness

Okay, not every day of the week is conducive to alliteration.

Last night I had a really horrific dream. In the dream, I was at my friend S's house, the girl who has the pet-sitting business (which may or may not end up with the name "Pet-o-philes"). S told me that her kids were unhappy with the color of their family cat's fur. So their solution to this was, they would SET THE CAT ON FIRE, to burn off the old fur.

They went ahead with this plan, and we watched the poor kitty standing outside. At first it looked like nothing was happening, but then the collar caught on fire, and then soon afterwards the whole cat was engulfed in flames. Now, we all expected the cat to stop-drop-and-roll to put himself out, but he DIDN'T. He just stood there pitifully burning. I ran outside and grabbed a garden hose to extinguish him, but by then he was in pretty bad shape.

The dream reminded me of poor little Mocha, so I was all sad when I woke up this morning.

In a separate dream last night, I dreamt that my Mercedes blew its right front tire as I was driving. I pulled over to investigate, and I discovered that I had damaged the whole wheel assembly and brake system, and so I'd have to replace it all. Fortunately, I was near a neighbor's house, and I found out that he had a full garage with every auto part known to mankind in stock. Man, I really need to get to know my neighbors better.

So even though the car was only on three wheels, we started to push it to my neighbor's driveway, making sure to hold up the right front corner of the car as we did so. But the car started rolling out of control. I didn't want to jump in the car to apply the brakes, because I thought it would cause the car to tip onto the bad wheel. So the car got away from me. As I was chasing after it, a guy and a girl jumped into it, started it up (I'd left the keys in the ignition), and drove it away on three wheels, leaving me there with nothing.

My initial interpretation of these two dreams is that I'm struggling with the feeling of losing control of something, but I can't exactly put my finger on what that might be.

Waking up this morning didn't really improve my mood. Apparently Bush was visiting Penn State today. On my clock radio, NPR was interviewing some college students who were going to go listen to him speak. They were saying things like "Yeah, Bush's popularity is down, but that's only because the economy is in bad shape, and the war in Iraq isn't going well, and no one likes the Social Security plan. But he's still doing a GREAT JOB."

If that's true, my question is this: what kind of HELL would we be living in, if Bush were doing a BAD job?

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Posted by Ken in: life

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Comment #1 from Melinda (Guest)
2005 Jun 16 - 8:17 am : #

"If that's true, my question is this: what kind of HELL would we be living in, if Bush were doing a BAD job?"
Amen!

Your cat dream :(. I think it would have taken me a while to recover from that one.

Comment #2 from olafandyjon (Guest)
2005 Jun 16 - 8:27 am : #

OK...I'm not a cat person. I really don't like cats much and have actually had a history tormenting cats belonging to my friends (ie: paper bags, hiding cat toys), but that dream was pretty disturbing!

However, it does remind me of a joke which hopefully works in print as well as it does verbally: How do you make a cat go "woof?" Soak it in gasoline and light it on fire: "woof" (as in imitating the sound of something catching fire immediately).

Now how drunk did that student who answered on NPR sound?

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