| July 6th 2004 I'd better write this one down before I forget it. As many of you may know, I recently acquired a slug whom I decided to keep as a pet. I named him Neptune, Lord of the Sea and have recently added a snail named Polaris to the modified 2-liter bottle they call home. The other night, when offered a second slug I made it clear that considering Neptune's already massive girth I don't want anymore slugs unless they are a completely different variety like a banana slug, the awesomely yellow gastropod. So in this dream I just had, John decides to wake me up with the present of a brand new slug which he puts on me to get my attention. I reacted negatively to John and the other guys in my room and threw the slug on the floor because I already had one and I was a bit cranky from this rude awakening. Shortly thereafter though I realize that this wasn't just another garden slug like Neptune, Lord of the Sea - somehow this slug is a nice royal blue all over. As you can imagine I didn't want to pass that up and the hunt was on. My room is already a mess, but in this dream it was insane - and not only could this slug hide, but he could move with a quickness. As it climbed up my chest of drawers I nearly knocked over a pile of those little plastic aquariums which I apparently was using as a replacement for Neptune and Polaris' 2-liter. Upsetting the stack of terrariums was a mistake because as soon as I jostled it, this gigantic spider/beetle (I never did count the legs, my bad) crawled over them and I panicked and ran away. Then Crissy, who at some point was still in my room even though I scared the guys out, basically encouraged me to go after the beetle and other insects now in my room like I had a pair (in so many words). So using a shoe or some other blunt striking instrument I wailed on the spiderbeetle until it was good and dead. Maybe it ran into a closet which somehow replaced my bed because that's where I ended up sitting until I woke up. I forgot to go back for the slug. |
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