I was at the apartment I grew up in and playing a part in a movie with Johnny Depp where he was a vampire. He was coming after me, trying to keep his distance as I was apparently sad and wasn't running away fast enough. I got to my mother's bedroom and closed and locked the door on him, but he somehow managed to open it and found me sitting on the bed. I told him "Oh no I guess you got me", and he came over and sat with me to discuss why I was so down. After discussing, he changed into a nice suit and fixed his hair to look all fluffy and nice, and I think we were about to have... "relations" when this asshole comes in. He's part of the film too, but I don't know what part. He was mad because apparently we had eaten and not made him something, so I went to the kitchen to make him a peanut butter and banana sandwich. I searched the pantry for bananas and was surprised to find them as my mom was long deceased and there shouldn't have been anything in this pantry. I took a banana off the bunch and took it to the counter to open it and put it on the sandwich, but when I removed the peel, the inside was not a banana. It was a tiny cat. I didn't seem to care about this as the cat was most likely dead and not moving, so I started pulling off pieces like taffy and making a sandwich. I took the sandwich back to the man who didn't want it anymore, so I put it on the floor for the dogs who wouldn't touch it, all the while feeling bad about it being a cat and asking myself if it was really dead and thinking if I hadn't been in such a hurry to shut this guy up, I wouldn't have made the sandwich. We added pickles to the sandwich and the dogs ate it.
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