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July 02, 2003 I had a horrible dream last night, i always have nightmares when its THAT TIME of the month. Its always pretty much the same stuff blood and gore. We got a puppy last month and for someone who's not an animal person...i just adore him. He refuses to listen, obey and be trained. We all have different names for him but usually we call him Travis. Spoilt little brat that he is... he's just so lovable. I dreamnt that I walked into my kitchen and it was covered in black and white fur...its strange how everything in dreams happens in slow motion. I see the fur, then the blood and then my old cook hacking away at something with a big butcher knife. I ask him where Travis is and he lifts his chopped head off the counter. I scream and cry until I wake up and Im still crying and screaming. The worst part of the dream was the realization that there is no way to reverse whatever has happened, I remembered his sloppy licks, the way he grabs my duppatta everytime Im walking away and how he eats mangoes with me. It was such a horrible feeling knowing that death is so permenant, irreversible and scary! (4:18 PM) ~`~
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