Where is Art?

The dog was in the yard. Happily playing with his chew toy. I heard him barking sporadically at passers by while they laughed at his funny face.

The phone rang and I answered it. I was expecting this call. It was Girl's doctor and I needed to speak with him urgently. We talked for a good 20 minutes while Girl watched The Upside Down Show. I hung up with my new found information and started tidying up the house.

I cleaned the floors because it was raining outside and I vacuumed the rug because we were having a play date. They were due over at noon.

Then, the phone rang again.

"Where's your dog?" The question was asked by a husky, unfamiliar voice. I ran to the side door and called for Art. No answer. No sight of Art anywhere.

I closed the door and peeked out the side windows. Girl started getting nervous and so was I. This was a creepy voice.

"Who is this?" I asked warily.

"I have your dog." Said the voice on the other end of the line.

"Who is this?" I asked again impatiently.

"I want $2,500 in cash or I keep your dog. Place it in a plastic Target bag on the corner of the block. Don't call the police, you won't catch me. Don't try to watch me pick up the cash, it won't be me...Someone will be waiting"

The phone clicked. Dial tone.

I ignored him. It had to be an April Fools joke.

I called again for Art to no avail. He was nowhere to be found. I searched some more through the neighborhood. Nothing.

The phone rang about an hour later.

I picked it up.

It was the same voice on the other end...I heard a dog barking in the background.

"Where's my money?" He asked angrily.

"You can keep him!" I yelled as I hung up the phone.

A smile crept across my face as the thoughts of a clean home and no dog piss on my floor entered my brain.

Then, I woke up. It was a fantastic dream while it lasted.

Damnit.

In My Dreams

So, I got sidetracked this morning...That's what I get for obsessing over Statcounter...

I had a really scary dream last night. Anyone out there who interprets dreams?..I need you.

It's fuzzy still but I woke up many times during the night, scared shit. And it wasn't because of BD's snoring 'sawing wood'...That noise can wake the dead!

I was in a dark, wood cabin. It was buried deep in the woods. Lots of trees covered in snow. It was dark. I wasn't cold. But it was snowing, crisp and snowing. I recall looking up to the night sky to see the stars and a full moon shining down on me.

I was with a family. Not sure if it was my blood family or another family. I think I was staying with a family. Not my own.

They were all vampires. Beautiful vampires. They were gorgeous women with flowing dark hair, bright red lips and sharp fangs. The men were unbearably handsome, long-haired and shirtless...(yum.) Hey, even in my dreams I know a hot guy when I see one... I was unaware that they were indeed vampires. But they turned into them slowly. Like it was a natural event. They were trying to get me to become a vampire too...It wasn't gruesome. It wasn't gory. But I was scared shitless.

They were all telling me secrets about each other to get me to turn against the other. I was confused. But I listened to every one and then I remember feeling strange when I saw the person I knew the secret about. It was so uncomfortable. Like I didn't belong in my own skin.

I couldn't escape. It was too far into the woods. I couldn't make a phone call, or get this...send an e-mail. They kept me locked in the house, not tied up or restrained, but I couldn't escape.

Every time I woke up, it was like I was still under the dream's spell and I'd fall back asleep and continue the SAME dream. It went on 3-4 times. Until I thought I heard Fa calling me softly..."Mo-mmy!"...."Mo-mmy!"..."Mo-mmy!"

I finally woke with a start and jumped out of bed. I'm not sure if she was really calling me or if it was still in the dream. Because she was still quiet when I peeked in on her.

Ugh. I can't get it outta my head.