Good Wayne

Dream Sequence

I was downstairs in my house, which is about 4 feet below ground. Looking out the window (which is about shoulder height) there was snow over the front yard, but it looked like it was about to rain. Which it did and it came down in a torrent.

Tine said something about flooding and when I turned back to the window, all the snow was gone and there was this rapidly rising water coming right up to the window. As I was standing near it, the water came up the window and started seeping through it.

I backed off and could see water coming in all the windows, then one of the windows seemed open and the water just gushed inside. It must have hit something electrical, because the power suddenly shut off and we were ankle deep in it.

We ran up to the sunroom, which is built above ground and watched as the kitchen and dining room, which were now empty of all furniture, started filling up with water.

I looked out the side door and saw what I thought was the cat by the trash barrel we keep out there. I opened the door to get her inside, but as I stepped on to the stoop, I could see the cat wasn't the right color and it was on it's back. Underwater; drowned.

I backed into the house, when suddenly, another cat jumped by, trying to stay ahead of the water. This looked exactly like our cat, so I started calling it. It stopped, looked at me and the open door and darted inside. That's when I noticed our cat was already inside.

This new cat became bigger and its fur changed color at my feet. I was suddenly worried that it was bringing some disease or parasite into the house, so I tried to shoo it outside, but it refused. Then, because the water was still rising, I reached down and grabbed it by the midsection and picked it up.

It hissed and started clawing at me, cutting my hands and arms. I knew it was bringing in something awful at that moment and I pulled back and hurled it out into the water. As it left my hands, its claws sunk deep into my forearms and tore horrific slashed into them in long cuts.

When it hit the water it seemed to screech and then disappear.

Suddenly I was in a sort of flat, wide dumpster. The kind they used when they were fixing the house, not one you'd find behind the mall or food joint. It was floating like a boat in the water. I was alone, but floating down flooded streets. There were treetops and roofs, but not much more.

There was a clunk on the side and I knew something had grabbed hold. I climbed up to look over and there were two enormous raccoons. But they weren't raccoons, they were the cat-thing coming back again. They were on clinging to the side, holding onto to these metal posts.

I pulled myself up and swung my leg over to kick them off. They saw me and started hissing and then one of them leapt from post to post to get away. I got one good kick on the other and it feel into the water. Its head bobbing slightly as I sailed away.

I dropped back down into the dumpster as the second one came over the sides and lunged at me. I put up my arms as it clawed at my head. I got one arm under its belly and I yanked it off me, while it clung viciously at my already wounded arm

Quickly, I threw my other hand around its neck and tried to strangle it. But I didn't seem to have much strength and it thrashed at my hands and forearms. I grabbed its legs together and then lifted it off the floor and threw it over board. I can still see it sailing through the air, its legs spread out like a giant X and that is about where I woke up.