Atticus, and the Screaming Pussy

02-17-2006
This morning, I woke up extra early, kinda parched. So, I got up, drank some juice, and returned to bed. Now, I don't know what was wrong with that juice, but here is the ensuing dream, along with my comments inserted.
After being asleep a short time, I'm awoken by an odd sound coming from the sliding glass door. My brother, Kevin, (who lives in Orlando) announces "I'll get it." He proceeds to let in a cat. It is Atticus! (Atticus was my sister-in-law's kitty, who died many years ago of cancer, and was the best cat EVER, God rest her kitty soul). Atticus is purring extremely loudly, sounds almost like a Harley driving down the strip. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," I call. Atticus comes and jumps up on the bed with me, at first on top of me, but then rolls off to the side, and lets me rub her belly. Meanwhile, her mewling is becoming louder and it sounds as if she is in pain, but I'm not sure. All I know is that SOMETHING ain't right, cuz I notice that she has very human-like pink, fleshy, labias (is that plural?) puckering up at me from between her back legs.
I stand up, being somewhat concerned. Atticus comes to the side of the bed, rolls over on her back again, paws in the air, and suddenly her nether region opens up to be almost twice the width of her body. It is a cavernous hole, lined with ribs that rise up to the edges and continue, exposed, forming something like angry, sharp teeth. (Probably don't need Freud for that one). "Of course!", I think, "She's having babies!!" The mewling becomes louder (I think it is actually coming from this monster vagina thing). Suddenly, Atticus moans, quite plainly, "MAKE IT STOP!!!!" Three kittens come rolling out of the vicious maw, one is naked, and the other have the cutest fur, with these golden brown and white patterns. Atticus is acting like she doesn't care about these babies, which concerns me, so I take them and start placing them on her nipples. They keep hiding under the sheets, and I'm concerned about them getting stepped on or lost. (I think this pregnancy thing is because I watched this show about an Arkansas family with 14 kids and another one on the way).
In a resigned sort of way, as if she wished I wouldn't bother her but knew there was no hope of that, Atticus says, "Well, you might as well get the still born. It's underneath me and looks like a cut-off human ear." (Family Guy last night had a little think about Van Gogh cutting off his ear) Sure enough, it did. I scooped it up with a paper towel and threw it away, hurrying to get back to see to the living kitties.
I feel like there was more to the dream, but perhaps not. I think it ended abruptly, at any rate.
The End
!!! Post Script!! The next night, I dreamed about our old dead dog PEPPER! It was like the parade of dead pets thru my head.