The Two Viruses



In the beginning of the dream, I was a 25-year-old cashier in a dead-end job at a half party supply store/half grocery store.  I remember it being a bizarre store layout, such that the party supplies and the food items were randomly displayed together.  For example, you would have a section of bulk-sized canned foods next to a section of balloon packs and in the shelves across from that you would have greeting cards.  Near the two cash registers was an open fridge where we kept flowers on the first two shelves and meat on the third shelf. Nobody in the dream questioned the store layout.

One day I went to work with a stomach virus that caused me to vomit bile (not even food).  It wasn’t uncontrollable or even that gross.  The worst part was that I kept leaving my register to hurl into our breakroom sink.  Many people in the community had a similar virus; it wasn’t alarming.  In fact, I told the boss I was sick and didn’t want to infect anyone else and he said “So is everyone else.  Get to work.”  Everyone infected each other with the virus and it was disgusting, but more because people who were almost rid of it got it once again when it was so unnecesssary.

I was in the middle of vomiting in the trash can under the register when my co-worker tapped me on the back and said “Did you see that kid?  He looks wrong.”

I wiped off my mouth with my arm and looked in the direction she was gesturing.  This family was looking at the meat in our open fridge and not at their son, who had a weird green tint to his skin.  This was weird because the rest of us sick people didn’t look that noticeably sick except maybe in runny or bloodshot eyes.

Suddenly I revealed that I wasn’t just a cashier working a hopeless retail job.  Well, sort of.  I coughed and said “He has something else.  I know because I’m working on an antidote.”

That was when the dream dissolved into chaos in addition to not making real-world sense.  The boy started vomiting on the floor, endlessly even when there should’ve been nothing left.  Unlike the bile that I suffered with, it looked like ground-up organs.  Yes it was gross, but it was genuinely terrifying even though I (as in real-world me) knew it was a dream and I could wake up at any time.

From that point I don’t remember the details.  I believe I revealed the full truth about who I was, an underground, controversial virologist that had been dealing with whatever this second virus was.  I felt like there was some action in the dream, leading to a finale of me assisting some group in quarantining the community.  I don’t remember how it even ended.  I just remember feeling nauseated (because I’m emetophobic and this dream was all about emetics/vomiting) after waking up.



The Live Animal Feeding

I’ve never had a more horrifying dream than this one.

In the beginning of this dream, the scene was relatively commonplace. I was aged down to 18 and my folks and I were visiting a spaced-out college campus for a parent and student orientation day. There were two campuses and we were at the one for engineering (chemical and computer), agriculture, animal science, and physical education. There was a long walkway “connecting” the colleges and no shortage of hills and stairs to walk up and down.

Because it was a new student orientation day, there were activities set up for the college students. Most were your standard, boring activities, but there was this one booth set up for “live animal feeding”. There was a white board set up with specific times for the different feedings. The next one was for a giant toad that ate live cats. I really didn’t like the idea of it, being a cat lover as well as being creeped out by giant anythings, but I was morbidly curious. At 3:15 I was there to see what happened.

I was thoroughly unsettled when the host pulled a beautiful tortoiseshell cat out of a metal cage but the most disturbing element wasn’t even that the giant toad was eating the cats piece by piece. It was how the host talked about it. He cheerfully said “There goes the head!” and “Look how it’s crunching the spine!”

I woke up from this dream feeling as woozy as “me” in the dream had felt. The first thing I did was hug the nearest cat, which happened to be my tuxedo cat. Later I got to hug my tortoiseshell. I felt better knowing it was just a dream, but it was the most uncomfortable dream I’d had in a while. If you know anything about me, you know that I love torties. I do not like hearing about torties being hurt in any way. I feel like if I saw someone hurting a tortie in real life, I would destroy the person. I really like cats in general but I’m especially partial to torties.

In short, I do not want to have another dream like this one ever again.

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