I wake up in the middle of the night feeling hot and bothered. And then go back to sleep. That’s when it gets weird.
These are all just dream fragments btw.
I have small octopus, about the size of my palm. It is a strange little thing, jumping out of the jam jar that I use as it’s residence, doing little pirouettes. I worry about it suffocating in air, but it seems to do just fine. At one point it starts nibbling at me, and I take it as sign that I should feed it. I run around the house looking for some fish or the like, but I don’t find any food. No raw fish, not even fish cake. I think I find some bread, but bread is not octopus food.
I am late for school. Like secondary or jc. There’s something about multiple routes there, either by bus or other means, but I end up walking there from a place that isn’t my home. I’m late for class, and I have no idea where my class is. I spend a period or two being lost, and finally find the class and sit down. My clasmates make some jibe about me and my tardiness.
I am in a church. Jovita is there. He shows me how he has a little headphone extension/adaptor. His current set of headphones is too short and it can’t plug into the front pew without the extension. Well, he can, but he has to crane his body forward, which is stupid to do during the daily services.
I am in an office. There is an interview going on. Is it me doing the interview? The person being interviewed is a businessman, but is also a secret supervillain, part lex luthor part Flash. He says something about how people succeed if they put their minds to it, and how science can conquer everything.
I have another pet. This time it is a small yellow fish, which can strangely survive out of water. It has to be part piranha though, because it’s hungry and always biting me. The octopus bit me before, but it was play bites, and never drew blood. This guy actually manages to almost carve a small (quarter fingernail size) chunk out of the webbing between my right thumb and forefinger. I also can’t find any food for the fish, and so resort to trying to pry the bit of flesh out to sate the fish so I don’t get bit again.
I miss my octopus.