Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/1/2022
By Fitful
I was being given away. Again. My apartment wasn't clean, depression. I was being checked by the window in the wall being opened. Someone would open a window that impossibly couldn't be there and peer in, comment on my health state then leave. It was embarrassing. My owners suddenly kept checking on me. I had a normal apartment, nice, in a nice building, but apparently I belonged to people and at their sufferance I was being kept. And then they visited and began packing up all my stuff. They cried as they did, the man and woman (reminding me of my aunt and uncle from long ago) packing all my belongings with care in wooden trunks, all expensive and rich looking, the kind you see in a high end furniture store. My stuff was being removed from the apartment and set up outside it, gently in stacks. The woman kept crying. They couldn't keep up with me as a pet. I was too much work, too depressed, too unhealthy, I didn't go to school, I did nothing. So I was nothing. Conversely there was part of the dream that flashed to me having pets and putting down a black rabbit that was causing problems. I went through all the trouble of procuring the medicines that would euthanize it, and then it didn't die and they packed it too. It was a bit of a terror to the other rabbits. I wasn't sure if I was happy it was alive (cause it killed me to put it down - I didn't even believe in euthanasia being vegan -or sad it was still alive to hurt my other pets. She, the woman getting rid of me, tried to take me down the hallway. I didn't want to leave my apartment. I think I collapsed to the floor and she did too, crying on her hands and knees. Then some black ghetto guy walking by sneered at us crying and I sneered back and he pulled a gun. I covered her with my body, to make sure the gun hit me first and she jerked away after he said something. He laughed and walked off - the gun may or may not have been real, an empty wine bottle looked gunlike if held right. But he walked off and she was done. She got up, and said I no longer belonged to her, I belonged to him because of what he just said. It was enough for quick worded verbal selling, she capitalized on a crudly worded insult to get rid of me, I was now his pet. And she walked away. I snarled - incensed at the odd cruelty of the act - but was happy to be left alone and went back into my empty apartment. I found a dead body in the freezer and the ghetto dude from the hallway eating buffet food in my kitchen. I slammed his face into the food, as a trick, but he ended up choking on it. I helped him breath and not die despite my rage and not really wanting too and then left him alone. I came back later and he was also dead in my freezer. I was sure I hadn't killed either one of those dudes - I think I would have remembered but I was so emotionally distraught over being given away I couldn't make head or tails of reality - and like an idiot I hid the bodies in the dumpster. There was also an elder couple who lived in a library style apartment on an upper floor. I visited often and they loved all my pets. They were nice to me.