Rats are Horcruxes

Last night's dream, in a nutshell:

Help! I'm in a nutshell! Borrowed from hark.com

     I was in this really weird house. Everything was in sepia tones (not the first time this has happened for me. Apparently my dreams just adore shades of brown and cream.) So this house was Victorian style and almost had the layout of the Beetlejuice house: think of that for your basic mindset. Definitely had a tower sort of fixture. I was in this house and I was sleeping--how cruel that within your sleep you should be sleeping. At least let me do something exciting!--and I had woken up because I could hear something next to me. I frantically started smacking the pillows in my white metal frame bed (does this scream old style hospital to no one but me?) and heard something scream. I looked up and this man was watching me smack the crap out of my bedding. He began to tell me that I cannot find what I am looking for unless I truly know what it is that I am looking for. I racked my brain (see here for why rack is correct and not wrack) but could not come up with what was in my bed. Meanwhile, my level of absolute terror is rapidly increasing, rendering me practically worthless to even think of the word for banana or bed. The thing in my bed continues to make twitchy movements within a pillowcase and no matter how hard I try, the pillowcase refuses to open and show me its contents. The man, who looks remarkably like the Genie from California Adventure's Aladdin stage show, is still watching me, laughing at my struggling. I start yelling at him what various options are of what is stuck in the pillowcase, because more than anything I just want it to be gone. "Mouse! Spider! Bird! Squirrel! RAT!" And then POOF he disappeared and the pillowcase opened: it was a rat.

     I quickly shut the pillowcase again and ran to the garage to throw the rat outside. While carrying the pillowcase, the rat was gnawing through the material, attempting to pull off a great escape. I grabbed it by its tail and began to swing it around in circles, winding up for a great toss into oblivion that is the side yard. My mom is now by my side, encouraging me to just shoot the rat (suddenly there's a gun at my feet) but I tell her I'd rather he just roam free outside (who knows if he has a family or not!) I toss him into the side yard, certain he's going to sail through the night air for yards, but he bit my hand just as I was about to release him so I fumbled the freeing. He hit the ground and immediately ran to return to the house. "WHAT IS WITH THIS RAT?!" I screamed at my mom as we were running back to the garage to shut the door and keep the rat from reentering the house. The rat latched onto my shin and I screamed out in pain. I grabbed a baseball bat from within the garage and began to beat the rat. As I beat the rat, images were flying out of its mouth in horcrux fashion. "People" flooded out of his mouth, yelling at me that I am not good enough, that I am lazy, and that I cannot keep a clean house (why is this something I was worried about?) After nearly beating the rat to a pulp, I once again attempted to throw the rat into the yard. This time,

     I woke up.

Lame. Don't even get to know the ending of my own dream. What thievery, damned alarm clock (phone)!

Confession: I've never watched Austin Powers, so I don't know why I use the line. Harumph.

We Still Have the Radio

Modest Mouse has been stuck in my head all day. I suppose it's only fitting that the title be a tribute to them. (You can listen to that song here.) I really must apologize for linking Vevo. I hate Vevo. With an undying passion. Maybe it's just because my internet is super super slow. Maybe it's because they seem to include a ton of ads. Regardless of what the reason is, it displeases me.

Things I think about when about to fall asleep:
     - Was today successful?
     - Did I take advantage of every opportunity presented to me today?
     - How can I make my cat gain weight?
     - Why is Vevo so terrible?
     - When will my life begin?
     - Why isn't Beach You To It writing me back?
     - Is it worth it to get out of bed and go to the bathroom right now?
     - How did the dashboard melt but the radio survived?
     - Did video really kill the radio star?
     - How do you expect me to believe that you don't drink when I've been around
       drunk-you?
     - How did nerds get such a bad rep?
     - Do I want children?
     - Why can't I go to a university with a football team?
     - What will happen if I only have girls?
     - Have I already met my future husband?
     - Why am I suddenly so obsessed with finding a guy?
     - Do I even really want to get married ever at any point?
     - What am I going to do with my life?
     - Why isn't my relationship with my siblings better?
     - How frequent is too frequent for crying to be considered an okay thing?
     - My life sucks....
     - I think I spent so much time learning to become friends with myself throughout life that
       I missed out on how to be friends with others
     - At what point do you make the transition from girl to lady to woman?
     - Will I ever make it to that point?
     - Why do these questions quickly become more and more serious?
     - Why isn't it harder to type with eyes closed??
     - How long will falling asleep take me today? I give it three minutes after you leave, Miss
       Pink.

I don't know who Miss Pink is, but I wrote that while sleeping. I hope she has a really great background, because she'll be featured in my dreams tonight. I can just feel it.

Happy sleeping!