Underground
There’s a small, gift store that I used to go to. It has seen better days. My family drives around to look at it, reveling at how far it has fallen into disrepair.
But someone has taken it over, and they’re changing the sign over. One sign remains, faded, painted into the brick. I wonder if they’ll leave it that way.
I go in, talk to the people working on the improvements. They seem to be people I know quite well. After a while, I leave them alone and start prowling around. I notice a wooden door in a rough, dirty basement. I can’t get in, but I’m intrigued. I hear noises and feel heat coming through.
But I’m startled by the people working on the building, and they tell me they need to close up. I get the message. Stay out, they mean.
I’m outside now, later, on the gravel pavement, puzzling over the room. It’s getting dark, and I can see some eerie orange light like fire flickering through a basement window.
The people are gone, so I attempt to get in another way. There seems to be an old, cracked wooden door with lots of gaps. I look under, can see a rickety bridge spanning lava, and a scurrying, scary thing like a goblin or devilish thing.
Perhaps this is a glimpse of hell, or a place of breeding monsters.
In more mundane dreams…
In real life, I decided to try to wean my youngest cat back into using his expensive-ass litter box, as opposed to the $1.50 one. I took away the cheap one last night, put him on the big litter box, and hoped I wouldn’t wake up to presents.
In my dream, I wake, and he’s had diarrhea of varying consistency. All over the place. None of it in the litter box. It’s in my bed, on the floor, in the living room.
I’m not all that angry, but resigned at having to clean it up. That, and having to make more excuses and apologies to my roommate, who has unfortunately been on the bad end of the presents before.
But Heather has woken before I did, and already discovered the problem. And she has put the small litter box back up. And she isn’t that mad.
And I’m starting to get a little sick from having to clean up the mess. And also mad for trusting the cat.
This was a dream I was glad to find wasn’t real. No presents that I can find, at least. Put the cat on the litter box when I got up, and everything seems to be fine. Hope it continues.
