Actually, I have strange dreams every night...but they have usually faded by the time I'm out of the shower. I figure, if this poor dream worked hard enough to stick with me until 10:00 am the next day, I should give it credit and share it with the world.
The part that I still remember started with Mot and I in a truck...shooting at turkeys. They were EVERYWHERE.
Think Alfred Hitchcock, with turkeys.
Some were the size of chickens....some were the size of large ostriches.
OK, they weren't this mean looking....but I couldn't resist this pic after finding it online!!
Anyway, these turkeys were everywhere...and we had to shoot them. Mot kept pointing out that we needed all sizes...because some would be good in stews, and some would be great on the barbecue...and some we'd put in the smoker.
All of a sudden, the shooting was done. And Mot was walking up to me (we weren't in the truck anymore) with this little furry creature in his hands. I couldn't identify it. It was cute....cuddly...and grey in color.
He told me it was a mole, and we could make stew out of it. I took it from him....because it was still alive, and it was cute...and I wanted to hold it.
I kept looking at it, and looking at it.....it didn't look like the moles I'd seen.
It looked more like a cat.
A house cat.
The more I looked at it, the more it looked like a house cat.
In fact, after a while, I noticed it had a collar and tag. There wasn't a name on the tag, but I remember it had a fireman's Maltese cross on it.
"Honey, not only is this a cat...but it's a cat that belongs to a fireman. We can't make stew out of it."
He looked at me like I was crazy, then looked at the cat. He gave it this strange look....a look that said "Hey! You weren't a cat earlier."
And I woke up.
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