Dream #1

A few nights ago I had a dream I was living at my mom’s house while Mr. J was deployed somewhere inaccessible. None of the cats were there, otherwise this dream would have been more awkward than it was, so I decided to adopt a dog, I think, the dog just kinda showed up. It was a black dachshunds with really stumpy legs. Well, my mom’s house has a lot of stuff in it and the dog kept running around getting lost under things. I didn’t have a kennel or any kind of bedding for it yet, I only had a leash that was too big for it. The leash was made for something lion sized, not dachshund sized so I had no way to contain this dog. So I’m looking for it and looking for it and then I finally find it/it finally comes back to me and it has this really guilty look on its face. I ask it what’s wrong and it just starts shitting everywhere. Like, not basic, containable shit but projectile shit. I freak out and try to grab it to control where the shit goes as it’s leaving this dog and I get shit all over my hands and my wrists. Then I woke up.

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Jessica Halsey is the author of The Slaughter Chronicles and many strange poems. She lives in Arkansas and writes urban fantasy, preternatural horror, and experimental poetry (and sometimes science fiction).

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