I found a sort of orangey-beige duck sitting outside of my house. Eventually, the duck became a cat. It was sitting there calmly, but when I got closer I could tell it was injured. Her back left leg was bloody, and most of the flesh was gone. It was almost skeletal. She was perfectly calm and didn't even cry or try to bite when I looked at her leg. She had a collar on, but the injury was so old that I decided the people she belonged to didn't deserve her. I took her to the vet who I guess was going to somehow save her leg. Then I was curled up asleep with her next to me.

two friends and i were in some sort of strange yet very hip strip mall. it was night, and it was raining. we were chasing someone that was bad, and we had trashbags over our clothes and were holding some over our heads, too. somehow, the bags looked very fashionable, and other people were asking us where we got them because they wanted some, too.

we got into an elevator, and then we started talking about buying this restaurant where the bad man had accosted a girl and had tried to take her clothes off in the middle of all the diners.

it's been a while since i posted here, but it hasn't been for a lack of dreams. i've just been busy. =(

a couple of nights ago, i woke up in my dream, and it was 1:30pm on wednesday. i started to panic because i'd missed two days of clinical in a row. i was looking for my scrubs and couldn't find them, and then i looked outside my window. my new car and all of the other cars usually parked outside were missing, and the SWAT team was breaking into my neighbors house and doing all of that SWAT stuff they do in movies. i was crying because i had to drop out of school and reapply because i'd already failed for missing those days, and my new car was gone.

then i woke up panicked because i always do when i have horrible school dreams.