Okay, so, last night I was writing a deep and insightful post about how passionate I am about so many things, but I ended up falling asleep before I could finish it. I probably will finish it and post it in a few hours, but right now I have something else to write about.

I woke up at 6 AM this morning after having one of the most insane dreams I have ever had. And yes, I consider it worse than the podiatrist dream. It was so bad that I had to calm myself down when I woke up because I could not believe my mind came up with such a scenario. I could not even fall back asleep for a solid hour because I did not want to end up having another freaky dream. So now, I am going to share this dream with whoever may come across this.

I was working at Luke’s Diner in the fictional town of Stars Hollow (Gilmore Girls) as a dish washer, and I loved it. The food smelt amazing and who wouldn’t enjoy working in such a beloved establishment?!

Well, as I was walking inside a squirrel had managed to sneak inside, which is a big no-no for Luke (and restaurants in general). Because it was my fault for the little critter entering the diner, I was the one tasked with getting it out. I did not want to harm it, so I tried to find ways to capture it so that it could be released outside. Except I am a scaredy cat and did not want to just try to grab it. But then came an opportunity to solve all of my problems with this seemingly adorable creature.

The little squirrel had found its way inside the sink – or more specifically, inside a pot. It was my perfect chance to just put a plate over the pot so that I could release the little guy outside without harming it or anything. Or so I thought. The squirrel caught on to my attempt to trap it, and was having none of that.

As I got close, he jumped down and landed on my knee, which caused me to scream and “kick” it in the air like the fluffy animal was a hacky sack. This continued for a while UNTIL A FREAKING OVER-SIZED RAT FELL FROM A CABINET INTO THE SINK. SERIOUSLY. It was the size of a small dog, and because of this it could not roll onto its paws and escape. Not that it could have really done that either.

So there I was, alone in the diner with a squirrel that kept jumping from the counter to my leg and a huge rat in the sink, both of which squeaking as if they were scarily shouting profanities. Before I could even react, THE ADORABLE SQUIRREL BECAUSE A DEMENTED HOMICIDAL MANIAC AND JUMPED FROM THE COUNTER TO THE SINK AND KILLED THE CHUBBY AND HELPLESS RAT BY BITING ITS BELLY. WHAT THE HECK.

I was freaking out and was too shocked to do anything. And when the freaking squirrel was finished, the little beast once again jumped down to my knee. I screamed, and then I woke up traumatized by a murderous imaginary squirrel.

So yeah. My mind must be really screwed up to dream such a thing.


  1. Moral of the story: Luke has a pest control problem. Luke needs to get his stuff together.

    I wish I could remember my dreams as easily as you do. Maybe I should write them down as soon as I wake up. I’m sure there’s some writing gold in there.

    1. Especially when there are rats the size of chihuahuas living inside your cabinets. I mean, seriously??

      That is actually what I do! I recommend doing that. You would be surprised at what your mind comes up with.

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