my dog, a
deaf,
blind, 17-year-old, male fox terrier, was having weird
health issues. the
veterinarian told me he was going to have
puppies. this didn't strike me as
odd. apparently i had known since he was a pup that he was actually a girl
dog.
my two fighting fishes were breeding. the fishies they produced were flat, diamond-shaped, light
purple, fishes. they had an enormous amount of
offspring, filling the
fish tank until it was swarming.
i was on a game show like
big brother except that instead of roommate nomination and public polls, there were strict rules about where you could and couldn't
walk and what you could and couldn't
say, and if these guidelines weren't followed either the producers or your roommates would
shoot you. the
champion would go on to the next show and keep playing until they
died. i was a
champion and on the next show my
boyfriend was a roommate. i asked him why, since at least one of us was absolutely guaranteed to
die. so we, and the other roommates managed to
kill the producers before we could all bite the bullet.
perhaps non-coincidentally, this night full of
dreams took place after 1/4 bottle of good Don Julio anejo
tequila and a small
tiff with the
man.
addendum:
September 5, 2000. i just noticed that two of the three nodes involve reproduction (yes i am exceedingly unobservant).