A Snake By My Bed

Cat and Dog

I was sitting down on a chair, and a guy I shall call Jobasha (as in the Argonian bookseller) was seated nearby. He has a big dog who was walking by, and then the dog approached me and was behind my chair. I was afraid of the dog so I didn’t dare look, and then I could feel the dog’s face right behind my neck. Suddenly, to our surprise, the dog started sniffing my back and was gently pushing me with his nose, affectionately. Occasionally he’d lick the skin on my back (I think I was wearing a halter top that would shift into a tee shirt). Jobasha laughed and said I’ve nothing to be afraid of, but I should still be careful because the dog might be too playful.

Later on, the dog was on my right side and was doing the same thing to my right hand. I looked towards Jobasha, who sat on my left, and said I am starting to be afraid again because he might bite my hand. Just then, he suddenly bit my hand, gently, yet he didn’t let go, and I could feel his teeth sinking deeper into my hand. I told Jobasha it is starting to hurt, and he said he can’t just pull the dog away because my hand might be more hurt. Then, he called the dog’s name, and the dog let go to look at him. Just then, Jobasha sprung forward to make the dog leave so he would no longer bite me, but suddenly, it was my sister’s cat sitting there when I looked, and it was him who bit me, even if the teethmarks belonged to the dog. Then the dog was just sitting nearby all along. Instinctively, Jobasha grabbed the cat and THREW him hard, that the cat flew to the wall, near the ceiling, hit the wall hard, and fell to the floor. He landed on his feet, but his hair was standing on end because it was very afraid of being thrown like that, and quite unused to being hurt by a human. It quickly ran under my chair, and then it was gone. I looked at my wound and showed it to Jobasha, saying it hurt really really bad, and we saw that my hand had a deep wound on the palm and one on the top of my hand. Skin barely covered the wound and I could see the bloody flesh beneath it. 

Later on, I was looking for the cat to hug it, to tell it that Jobasha was just trying to teach him a lesson, but that I will not hurt him, I saw him afterwards, his hair disheveled, and I wanted to hug him but he was distraught and tried to get away. I can’t remember if I was able to hug him. But the whole time, my hand hurt tertibly. 

A Strange Family

It was a long series of events, and I remember feeling like I’ve lost all hope about finding happiness in any possible or dreamed of relationship. Then I found two women, and one of them said she can give me to a family who lives in seclusion, and they are looking for a partner for their son, and she said she is sure I will not have anything to worry about anymore. She told me though, that if I get it, I should never try to get out or change my mind because they will hunt me down and kill me, for the son and his mom are very possessive people. For a moment I was scared, but then I decided that I’m not going anywhere anyway so might as well disappear into their secluded house. 

So, one of the women led me inside a normal looking house, then we came into a room with a big wooden dresser. She asked me to climb up and when I get to the top of it, I should push open the ceiling right above it, and I’ll be able to enter the home of the strange family. 

I had a hard time climbing up, because I only slightly opened each drawer and used them as steps. They were very easily broken though, and I kept falling back to the floor. I eventually managed to get up though, and I would myself in a dark place with several steps leading to different rooms. 

Next thing I remember, I was lead to some kind of receiving room which was connected to a dirty kitchen, and a lady assistant told me to wait. There were several other people waiting, but I realized they were there for “screening” if they would be good for anything. Later on, I discovered that those who have no use for the family were killed, and some body parts were preserved and piled horribly in one of the rooms. I remember seeing piles of lower jaws and pelvises and male private organs and gums and lungs and hearts, all dried up and still very red and shiny. I knew I was not going to be harmed in that way though, because there was an air of excitement which announced that there is finally a partner for the son. Suddenly, the woman who lead me inside told me not to mind if the son is a short man, and that I am slightly taller than he is. I thought of a midget, though I said to myself it can’t be that bad. Besides, I can always choose to die, or try to escape and die.

So finally, I was brought into a room, and it was the son’s room. It had thick floral rugs a polished walls, but the furniture inside were broken like the drawers I stepped on to get there, though apparently the son was using them as they are. Beds, couches, tables, and chairs all had shaky and almost destroyed legs, huge splinters sticking out of them. Suddenly, the son came, and he was really short, like he only reached up to my shoulders, but he looked scary as hell. He was pale and had slightly long straigh hair, with a mad look in his eyes. I wanted to run away immediately, but I was way inside the secluded home already, and told myself I want to see how things would go. As he closed the door behind him, I heard murmurs outside of excitement of how the son and I will get along. When we sat down to talk, his mother came in - she was a huge, fat, dressed up woman with short wavy blond hair, in a tight long floral dress. She looked at me and sized me up, then told the son to leave so that she and I can talk instead. Then we were suddenly in a huge study room with big dark shelves and big musty couches. She gave me some bags because she said she likes me for her son. She warned me though, not to want to get away, because I might have to pay for it in ways I can’t imagine, and I thought about the body parts. I learned somehow that they cut up the person alive and just let him or her bleed to death or die in pain. 

Later on she said she has to go somewhere and shop, and that she will buy me more things if I want them. I told her I didn’t anything as of the moment so she set off and said she will bring me back something I might like. Then I went to the bathroom which was a very huge but plain one, full of small green tiles, and I went to one side where the shower, a faucet, and a small basin was. Suddenly it became a public shower room for girls, and Ururu-chan was there, in a shirt and shorts, carrying some clothes for changing. She was so excited to see me and said that Hollow, Toshirou, and my sister were waiting outside. After we take a shower, we should go see them outside so we can go to dinner. 

I immediately found a way to get out, by going with them and acting like I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to leave.I decided to just see how things will turn out, because I realized I didn’t want to stay with the family because I felt trapped and like I would never see the outside world again, and the son was too scary, and the mom was too overpowering. And somehow, I knew that Toshirou would fight them off as best as he can, though it wasn’t anything romantic in nature. I just knew he’d fight because it was the right thing to do. So, later on, Ururu-chan I were stepping out, and then the mom came back. She saw us leaving the room, and she told me or us to come back again and visit often. It was like suddenly, I was free to go, though I know I was still being carefully watched, and I can’t even think about totally cutting off my ties from them. I could feel the tension growing in the house already as we stepped out, because the mom has given me bags which means I’m tied to them in some way, yet they will have to tell the son that I have chosen to live a free life, though not totally free. It was like, I was still tied to them, yet I was given the opportunity to step out with my friends, which totally makes the role of the son insignificant, as my supposed partner. So anyway, as I carefully stepped out with them, Ururu-chan found an object of some sort which she found very cute, and I whispered to her to put it back. I wanted to warn her because I knew that if they gave it to her, she would be tied to the family in some way too. However, she seemed not to hear me and expressed to the mom how cute the object was, then the mom said she can have it. She exclaimed her delight then continued to walk on, while I worried that someday we will both have to “pay our dues” to the family in the secluded house. I had so much in my mind. I wanted to talk to all of them about what was happening. but I knew there would be no time or opportunity for a long conversation as that, and that I might have to be back soon.I want to tell Toshirou so he can at least talk to them when I or we (Ururu chan and I) are back in the house, or he can plan how to get us out. My fear was quickly growing, and I woke up, my relief beyond words. 

Black Plane

I was in a small black plane being flown by my dad. We were all going to some kind of family vacation. However, later on, the plane was flying lower and I started seeing vehicles on the streets more clearly and I was scared we might hit the buses below. Some people in nearby vans were also sort of panicking. However, we never really touched the other vehicles. I kept thinking we’ll be safe and then the next phase was that we were already in some kind of bigger plane or a ship which was the next part of our trip. There were several people I supposedly know and I felt that everyone there are quite okay to have around, and I felt so comfortable and content about everything. 

Big Boss

I mean, really, big. She’s huge. Literally. 

So I’m in some strange-looking office and I was supposed to report to this big woman. She looks like those very rich women who can afford to eat anywhere and stuff their faces anywhere they go, hence the size and a closet full of black clothes. 

She wore black clothes and always has her hair tied back in a ponytail, her face fully made up. Apparently she is somewhat feared by most people in the office and they were all wishing me luck, but secretly, for fear of being caught by MY boss, not by their boss. 

Later on I went to a corner where my cubicle was supposed to be, and I passed by a small guy who’s supposed to be my officemate, but he’s kind of weird so no one really minds him. He looks like one of my classmates when I was in 5th or 6th grade. He’s the really shy, quiet type who are nice but talk to themselves most of the time. So, as I passed by him, he was writing on the palm of his hand using a pencil. Briefly, I thought to myself that you can’t write on your skin with a pencil. However, I saw his kind of stretch out his hand and I saw that his palm was indeed full of pencil scribbles and it was almost gray all over. I think I said something to him the way I would talk to a child, and went to my cubicle, which looks like a dream desk of a maturing teenager - full of nice officy things yet very cute and most teal and magenta and shades of pink, with lots of glassy stuff and white furry covers and containers. 

It was all blurry in most parts so those were the only parts I remember. All the stuff on my desk were nice, though. I remember feeling less afraid of my boss when I started seeing and touching and fixing the pretty stuff on my desk