I have the weirdest fucking dreams.

• • In my dream, I went like, camping, or to an area with similiar roads. Something I don't remember, then I was at a wedding for a girl my age. An arranged marriage, and Albanian wedding. (I know why I dreamed it, cos on a tv show I was watching earlier, there was an indian wedding) but all my friends from highschool were there, and there were complications with the wedding and it couldn't be on time, and we were all upset. Then we went to the reception and all wanted to leave early. We all cried and said goodbyes again like we did at graduation, and then I apparently went into the band room? There were middle school teachers getting fired and stuff and they said they were going to end up having 82 classes a week. I don't know why the number 82 is prominent. Then I was in the band room with my friend Maddie, and we were playing with instruments. I was going to take the bassoon with me, and I wanted to try "alto trumpet" (there's no such thing?) and I put it also in the bassoon case (where it logically would not fit). Maddie said "oh my gosh I've always wanted to play that!" so I tried it, realized I didnt like it, and gave it to her.
    Cutter came in and was talking about stuff I don't remember. Then I took my keys, three almost empty waterbottles, and went out to my car. I had left the windows a bit down, apparently. And I saw a bunny hop out of my car. Its dark, so it startles me. I get closer, and see eyes in my car. Another rabbit, I think. They're everywhere.
    
    Its. A. Fucking. Wild. Cat. Thing.
    
    Like a lepord, or cheeta or cougar or something.
    
    I back up. It gets out of the car, and comes towards me slowly. I run forward and slam the door on its side, as it was just coming out the door, half way out. it cried in pain, and I pointed to a rabbit away from me. The cat ran towards it, and I ran towards the car. It saw what I was doing and came after me, but I shut the door before it could get at me. I turn the car on and pound on the gas, putting the waterbottles on the passenger seat.
    
    Somehow, I was at 13 mile and Gratiot (a few miles east of my house, and the school for that matter), and the cat is seriously chasing me down the road. The busy fucking road. As I'm trying to drive (but of course keep getting stopped by red lights), I see my mom in the minivan, driving the opposite way. I want to call out to her, but I know shes too far away, and driving too fast to hear. I don't have my phone anymore, suddenly. So I just focus on getting home.
    
    I go down my street, and hope I've lost the cat.
    
    I get in though, and realize there's three cats. Two are fighting with each other, the other is looking for me. I pull in the driveway, forget about the water bottles, and grab my purse and try to be as quiet and quick as I can and run in the house, slamming the door behind me. I peek out the hole to see the two cats still fighting at the end of my driveway, and the third, right at my door.
    
    
    I remember FREAKING OUT. Because I know my mother is out, and there are fucking like, LION CATS AT OUR HOUSE?!
    
    I was pacing around the house when I forced myself awake.
    
    WHAT THE FUCK.
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