Dream Log: December 17, 2000 (thing)
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|I was out with the family, driving in the middle of nowhere, when we stopped at some friend-of-the-family's house to say hi. She was a nice old lady, but she was dead, and the house was abandoned. Much like all stereo-typical old ladies, she had a cat or two, but because she was dead, it hadn't been fed for the last few weeks. But instead of being dead, it was just really, really thin. Macabrely so. I remember feeling horrible at that house, at the loss of the old lady, at the decay of her house (I don't, in RL, know of any old ladies that live in the middle of nowhere) so we left. As we left, the cat sort of wanted to go out. It was indecisive, though. I thought it wanted to go out, but then it didn't, so I started closing the door as I left, and it tried to dash out. But it didn't make it - it got crushed in the door...|
It was as if it was made of cardboard, it just sort of crumpled in. I don't think I even heard any bones snap. And then it was dead. We drove off, leaving the house far, far behind us.