sober bedtime? bad fucking idea!

 I'm thinking that going to bed sober was a bad idea...

So, the dream when like this:

It was my old neighborhood, and the neighbor had somebody with a megaphone telling them that they were doing something wrong... unimportant.

I was gathering friends for a party thing at my mother's house.

The basement was unfinished like it was when I was 5. There were a whole bunch of mats on the floor and blankets and pillows all over. The people there I knew only in the dream and had no recognizable features to anyone I ever met.

The topic of conversation was driven by myself about some japanese demons that I had been learning about in this dream. Well, as i was explaining about them, something seemed to happen. The whole mood grew dark and serious and the people around me started to grow nervous.

Suddenly, the one dog there, almost similar to my brother's dog some time back, began to viciously bark at me as though possessed. I wasn't afraid because I just blamed the atmosphere that was spooking the dog.
To prove that I wasn't afraid, I held out my hand to it. It lashed froward and almost got my arm when someone reigned in the dog with a leash.

As the dog was being dragged away, about five more dogs came in and started wildly barking but no one was there to stop them. Something happened and the dogs were finally taken away. My arms were bleeding from where they had bitten at me.

It was then that my cat who has now been dead for about 13 years in reality, showed up. He hissed and growled as I've never heard a cat before, and he jumped at me. I grabbed at my cat and tried to pin him down so that he wouldn't be able to reach my hands with his teeth.

There was no where I could hold him that I could prevent him from biting into my skin. I could actually hear his teeth piercing my skin. It was as though his bones could contort to reach me. Everyone around me was terrified and I could see blood all over my cat and my hands were in agony as blood gushed out. Someone asked if the blood was mine or the cats, and when I looked at my cat, his eyes were glaring with violent hatred.

It was at that moment that I awoke, dripping with sweat. I was freezing cold. I tried to close my eyes but all I could see was that last look of my cat... it was like that image in your eyes when you stare at something too long.

Not only the content of the dream disturbed me, but the obvious vivid memory of it.

So what do you think?


(yup, this is exactly what I remember from a dream I dreamed at nearly 1 AM this morning... )