10:40 p.m. - 2005-04-07
Haven't posted a dream in a while, so...
Right, so...dream.
I was in school at the middle school, but it was still the high school. At lunchtime, a bunch of friends and I walked around in a field until we got to a small fountain. In the fountain, I saw a tiny, tiny baby tiger, and I fished it out, hoping it was still alive. As soon as I did, it turned into a rat and grew a couple of inches. When it was the size of my hand, it started to burrow up against me to get warm. After a while, it climbed up my shirt and sat on my shoulder. I was only mildly disappointed that it wasn't a tiger, but very confused because it was obviously an orange and black cat before I picked it up.
After that, I remember running away from my friend Artie. It was night time, and he wasn't going to hurt me, but he was disappointed in me and had to chase me down. I ran like my life depended on it, and I don't know why. I do remember everytime Artie found me or caught a glimpse of me, how I could tell he hated having to follow and chase me. I don't remember if he ever did. I hated that I'd disappointed him somehow, though.
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