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Carol H Tucker
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bad dreams
I had nightmare Friday night that is haunting me
Context: In Second Life, you can buy pets. Some of them can be picked up and put back into your inventory, then taken out without any harm done. Some will break [read die] if you pick them up once they are rezzed out. In this dream? I had my two granddaughters, their grandfather and my ex-husband [who they have never met], and his mother all interreacting with each other and me.
The girls had wanted to give their grandfather a present for his birthday [which is coming up next month], so I took them shopping. They decided to buy two little kittens, who were in a plastic container, apparently in stasis. We got the kitties home, and then I opened the plastic and let them out to make sure they were okay. They were adorable, of course, and the girls played with them for over an hour. Then I picked them up one at a time, and put the two lively little pets back in their containers, where they immediately curled up and went to sleep. I closed the containers on them, and helped the girls wrap them up. Time passed. It was the day of his birthday and time to find the presents. At first I didn’t remember where I hid them, but then realized I had put the wrapped packages at the bottom of the wardrobe. As I pulled them out, the rather badly wrapped presents started unraveling. I asked the youngest granddaughter to bring me some tape, but got frustrated with her when she brought a bandage instead, so she was sulking that I wasn’t using what she brought. My ex-mother-in-law came in with tape and gave it to me and the girls started excitedly chattering about how their grandfather would love his present…. But when I picked up the one package to tape it again, I realized it was wet underneath with what smelled like cat urine. I checked the other one – the same. And with a wave of horror, I looked at those two packages and knew those cute little helpless kittens had died alone and in the darkness when I put them back in their containers…. I looked up – the woman understood what was happening and sneered at me as I turned to the two girls, unable to think of what to say….
I woke up at that point, and all I could think about was those two innocent lives I had thoughtlessly taken out of carelessness, failure to read the instructions I guess. .The image of the bottom of that soaked wrapped package and the wave of horror haunt me, and I mourn over the trauma those little kittens must’ve endured. And now I ask myself, what does it mean? Am I suffering pangs of guilt and/or regret for my past actions? Is this my spirit crying out to me to make amends to the universe while I still can? I’ve been cataloging my sins for two days now and it’s pretty depressing. I had always thought of myself as a good person….
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