Now, let's talk about something soothing, like a nice, relaxing bath. Unless you're afraid of water or some sort of similar fuck-up, most people do enjoy an aromatic, calming bath.
It appears he is bathing, as we say in the rat bath business, 'rat-free.' |
Of course, you'd never take a bath with a rat, would you? Apparently, I would. Last night, I dreamed I was in my parents old tub (the one I grew up bathing in) and I was bathing with a dead rat. I was also making a video with instructions on how to bathe with a dead rat (you keep it by your feet, by the drain). Or, I was making mental notes for the instructions because the purpose of this bath was to make sure my instructions were correct.
How would anyone know how to bathe properly with a dead rat unless I told them?
I had finished either saying or mentally cataloging my instructions and started to drain the water. I went to pick up the rat by its tail and it fucking came alive! I was so terrified and then I woke up, still scared.
Luckily, the terror of the dream faded seconds after I woke up because I immediately started crying over a recent heartbreak. So, I soon had the feeling of sad misery instead of rat-come-alive bath terror. My first moments before waking were horrifying and then, once awake, my mind (ol' reliable) pulled up a sad memory so I could trade the terror for sorrow. Thank you, brain, for all of this. It's like a fucking Price is Right Showcase!
I suppose there could be baths more scary than a rat bath? |
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