I was sleeping on the floor of the living room out at the old house on Bauman Hill. Mom was asleep on the couch, when some kids came over that she was supposed to babysit. Three of them... two girls, one boy... and the boy only had one arm. They came right in, so I woke mom to let her know they were here - then I snuck upstairs to hide before their parents came in.
When I got upstairs I had two water guns in my hand... I snuck towards the bedroom and saw April's son standing at the bedroom door with his back towards me. I snuck up and shot him with the squirt gun. I went back downstairs to make sure mom got up, but when I got down there everyone was gone... and it was now night.
I walked up the icy road to Uncle Jay's, and found mom trying to sneak away. She was driving a big pick-up truck, but she didn't have it on... she was pushing it towards the end of the driveway with the engine off as if she didn't want anyone to know she was leaving.
I went back to our house and went in through the front porch, and all the kids were there again, along with a couple other older people that I didn't know. I shuffled most of them out the door, but while they were holding the front door open I was worried that Kitty was going to get out. Mongo was there, and he said that Kitty hadn't gotten out - but some other kitties had gotten in.
I looked under the futon and there were dozens of cats, all mad and frantic, not wanting to be inside... gray cats, black cats, and some cats that almost looked like Kitty. I even stopped one on its way out the door because I thought it was Kitty. Once they were all out there was just one animal left under the futon.
This little wrinkly puppy grabbed ahold of my arm and wouldn't let go. I lifted my arm (and the dog) into the air and shook it... it still wouldn't come off my arm. I then noticed that he had maggots and tomatoes all over the bottom of him. I started freaking out because this gross dog was attached to my arm.
I started peeling his paws back off my arm, and they folded like soft tortilla on a burrito... in fact, the more I shook him, the more burrito type stuff fell off/out of him. I kept shaking and shaking, eventually he started decomposing on my arm - turning into a pile of goo at the base of the futon, full of burrito ingredients.
