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Originally Posted by Kitsa
Had a really fucked-up dream last night. I was going to visit my great-grandmother, who's been dead for 15 or so years. She was living in a really filthy house and being cared for by two distant cousins of mine, who seemed to have a real problem with me visiting and were sort of bitchy and trying to get me out of there.
There were cats all over the place (she never had cats?), and piles of cat-shit and those hairballs that sort of look like flat gray cat-shit. One of the cats was groomed like a scottie-dog and was this weird, vivid shade of purple. I picked it up and it had purple eyes, too. I remarked how weird and beautiful it was and that I'd never seen a purple cat before.
She said, "Well, you can take that one home with you." And I was protesting because I never meant I wanted to TAKE her purple cat, I was just admiring it. But she insisted and was getting out a cage or something for me to take it back home in.
I was helping her look when I found a slip of paper that said "Be Frank Zappa for a day." I picked it up and instantly inhabited Frank Zappa's body. I mean, I looked down and here was this hairy male body in black pants and a wifebeater. I looked in the mirror, and damned if I wasn't Frank Zappa.
And then I woke up.
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The dream was mundane till that last paragraph, then it became hilarious
