RABID DREAMS
I had another nightmare last night. Wanna read it?
Crickets are extra loud and despite a sky lit up with stars it’s extra dark. I’m driving an old yellow pickup truck that has seen more generations than god. I smell like onions and I’m wearing a nice vintage pizza flour and sauce uniform.
Wonky headlights flicker over an old dirt road as I speed past barbed wire fences and crispy country weeds. A small critter runs across the road in front of me and I slam on my brakes to stop. Heart pounding I look around. Nothing.
I being to drive again when another critter skitters across the road too fast to tell what it is. I stop, turn off the engine, grab a flashlight from the glove box, and get out.
“Here Kitty Kitty”
At the front of the truck the headlights turn me into a tall and skinny shadow. I do a silly shadow dance.
I continue down the road when I hear a rustling to the left. I go to explore the shallow ditch when my flashlight catches a little bunny.
“Awww just cute little bunnies. Stay out of the road okay?”
Flashlight off I go back to the pickup and another bunny hops across the road. They are really fast! I open the truck door when another bunny runs hard into my food and scurries away.
“What part of stay out of the road don’t you get?”
I threw my flashlight onto the bench seat but it falls between the seat and passenger door. Another bunny hits my ankle and it actually hurt so I jumped into the truck and hand rolled my windows up.
The road in front of me is now covered in bunnies as far as the headlights shine. I’m a bit weirded out. I can feel blood trickling down my ankle.
I drop my keys on the floorboard and reach down to find them. I keep barely touching them. The over head light won’t turn on. I scoot over to find the flashlight. It won’t turn on.
“For fucks sake”
The truck is now covered in rabbits. Up close they are all too skinny and have overly long teeth. Like fingernails that start curling when they get really long.
I start to panic. Honking the horn does nothing. They are photograph still. I resume trying to find my keys. Find them.
The truck won’t start. Something is walking toward me at a Michael Myers pace. It’s big but I can’t tell how big because it’s melting into its own shadow.
I try the engine again as the rabbits part for this gigantic shadow and it just won’t start. It’s a man dressed like a rabbit? He has really long bloody rabbit teeth. Headlights go out and I wake up.
INTERPRETATION: I miss my daughter (she is grown and moved and I’m so proud of her) and her rabbit Hot Dog. I’m always worried he doesn’t have enough bamboo sticks to keep his teeth healthy.
