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Dream that I had today while rediculously hungover

So I have been at the beach almost a week now, and I have had some of the most intense dreams. Maybe it’s the beach atmosphere, maybe it’s the extreme air conditioning, but I have been having some crazy ones. The dream I had just a few hours ago during my nap was one of the more intense ones, I will do my best in relating it to you.

I live in an apartment that is attached to a theater. I wake up in my bedroom and it’s covered in all these animal cages with animals in them! It’s also a really small bedroom. Most of the cages are open too, but it seems normal. One cage is hardly a cage at all, because it opens to be almost flat and is in my bookshelf. On top of this flat cage there is a black and white guinea pig. It is th cutest thing I have ever seen, and for another odd reason unknown to me my subconscious makes it jump. It jumps into my lap and we cuddle and I pet it for awhile. Then I put it back on its flat cage and leave the room. As I walk through the hallway I find puppies, kittens, small pigs, more guinea pigs, birds flying everywhere… it’s like a petshop has exploded in the building I live in! I make my way to the theater, whose door into my apartment is wide open. I go up to someone (now I can’t remember any faces from this dream, all I can remember really is the animals) and ask why the door is open, but I get interrupted by the need to go pick up every puppy and put it somewhere. I remember picking up a bunch of puppies all at once, but by the time I go to put them down, I find that the ones I have nestled in my arm are all toys.

Then, things get even stranger. A woman walks in with an evil look about her (you know, forboding music and expensive looking clothing) and everyone leaves. I too go back to my apartment, shut the theater door and go to my room to go cuddle with my new guinea pig some more. But when I get there he or she is gone! I can’t find it anywhere, so I go back out and all the cute things from before are running down the hallway. I go back to the theater where the lady must still be, but she isn’t, she is hiding and I know this but I also don’t know this (my subconscious did a weird thing there) but there are rattle snakes and scorpions everywhere. I grab onto one of the rattle snakes but I get confused as to where the head is (in my dream rattle snakes do not have the usual large-easy-to-distinguish-head but a very tiny one with a very long neck that they can double and curl onto itself so when you are looking for the head, you can’t easily find it before it bites you! Which it did. It didn’t do anything though. Which made me think that nothing these things could do could be harmful.

I find a group of people trying to go through the theater and they ask me who I am. I say I’m the one that lives in the apartment right through that door. They need a guide and suddenly I have tell them that I’ve also been attacked by scorpions but they got confused along the way to attacking me so I was unharmed. I then went to find my guinea pig. And like all dreams, they usually have an anticlimactic ending. And there it was.

The point of me relating this here, is to expound upon my belief that I have been incepted. The idea they placed in my sub-brain? I need a guinea pig. They are right, I must have one.