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Originally Posted by WiltsAKGirl17
Well, it's official. I had a dream with Cheese in it.  (Dear Lord help me, I'm losin' my sanity.)
I was working at this bakery thing in my town (there is no bakery in my town, FYI), but it was set up like the SubWay in which I work. I was standing at the place where you generally order stuff at a SubWay. I was looking out the window and I could see Cheese heading toward the side door. (In reality, this "side door" opens into the arctic entryway that houses the SubWay bathroom and is also the arctic entryway for the insurance company next door.) I'd run to the door, open it and yell, "CHEESE! GO AWAY!" (a la "The Big Cheese") and he'd run away. This happened several times.
It also worked until I got distracted and was staring out the window. I didn't know what was happening until I saw the top of Cheese's head darting toward the side door. By the time I was ready to react, he was inside the door. I started yelling and marching toward him, ready to throw him out.
Naturally (I can get pretty scary when I'm mad), he screamed and got scared. He turned around to run away, but turned right into the door as it was swinging shut. (In reality, the door doesn't swing shut; it's really heavy and slams.) The door knocks Cheese out completely-- he falls backwards and his eyes have turned into little red X's, kinda like he's dead, but like I said, he's knocked out. I go over and pick him up by the head, and am holding him an arm's length away and trying to figure out what to do when I woke up.
When I woke up, I seriously went, "What the heck?"  And no, I didn't eat anything weird or take any drugs, prescription or otherwise, before bed. |
Don't feel bad-both of the Foster's dreams I've had featured Cheese prominantly, though I don't know why. One I was actually in, and I actually VOLUNTEERED to babysit Cheese for a weekend(which aggravated Wilt, to whom I was apparently married, to no end), AND I went fishing. If you knew how I felt about fishing OR babysitting, even my own relatives, you'd understand just how "whack" that dream was! Long story short, Cheese wound up making everyone down at the riverside mad because he kept yelling, "Here fishy, fishy fishy" and scaring away all the fish, so no one got a bite, and then he tried to eat one of my friend's(a friend who lives in Louisiana, by the way, not in South Carolina)shiny artificial lures and got the fishhook stuck in his lip, resulting in Wilt and I having to carry him to the emergency room, with him screaming and yelling his head off and Wilt blaming ME for having agreed to keep him in the first place(interestingly enough, this dream was before "The Big Cheese", when it became obvious that even Wilt is sick of Cheese). They had to knock him out with Fentanyl or something at the ER to remove the fishhook, and the last part of the dream I remember was getting the cold shoulder from my "significant other" back at home as Cheese slept off the effects of the drugs, since the whole ruined weekend was all my fault. The other dream was more like a tv episode, more like I was watching it on tv, and it involved Cheese bringing a rotting dead possum carcass, saying, "I found a DOGGIE", into the house(it was one of those "cartoonish" dead critters, with little "x's" for eyes, not really gory or bloody-looking, but still dripping with maggots and buzzing with flies), while Wilt and Frankie were house-cleaning, and the two of them trying to cope with it and decide which one was going to remove it after Cheese departs, leaving the very-flat ex-possum in the middle of the foyer floor. Wilt, it seems, has a phobia of maggots and the smell of decomp, and totally freaks out when he loses a game of "rock, paper, scissors" to determine who gets rid of the possum, and in the dream, I just knew it had something to do with the condition he wound up in after having his arm crushed. In the end, Sloppy Moe(the stinky dude who looks like a walking pile of you-know-what and always has a Bandaid on his arm) winds up finding it and taking it out, complaining about how some people just don't care about valuable things and would waste a perfectly good dead possum, though I'm not really sure what HE did with it. At the end of the dream, the group is together for something-dinner, maybe, and they hear Cheese come in saying, "I found a HORSIE", and Wilt and Frankie suddenly jump up and bolt from the room, having remembered the "doggie" that Cheese found, and not wanting to find out what the "horsie" was!
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