10-10-2015, 02:38 PM
Lady Cranefly and I are walking down a wide corridor in a large building with a number of rooms. A young couple pass nearby, arguing, and enter one of the rooms. Their argument grows louder, and the woman begins to cry out. I’m upset. I want to do something. But I know that interfering in a domestic dispute can be very dangerous. Police have been injured or killed doing so -- sometimes attacked by the woman being abused. So although I’m upset and angry, I’m reluctant to take action.
Then Lady Cranefly says to me, “So? Aren't you going to do something?”
It’s like she's given voice to my conscience. Immediately I’m decided. I stride forcefully across the corridor and enter the room and draw up short. The man and woman are having sex standing up. The man is facing away from me, the woman towards me. She’s is disarray, looks terrible, has clearly been crying. I ask her if she’s okay, not really as a question, just wanting her to give me a clear indication she needs help. Instead, she chokes out, “Yes,” with a little head-bob indicating I should leave. I’m stymied. There’s nothing I can do. So I leave.
I’m out in the corridor again, now alone. And I’m angry, knowing that asshole will continue to abuse that woman going forward. But there’s nothing I can do unless she acknowledges a problem and asks for help.
Then I see the bastard emerging from the room. He's finished with the woman for now and is making a beeline for me. He’s very angry and reaches me shouting, “You mind your own business!” As he pushes me, I grab him. I’m furious. I just want to kill the bastard. I squeeze him, choke him...
...and slowly wake up, realizing I’ve got our poor little cat Halvah in my grip, squeezing her hard. She’s snorting in startlement, and Lady Cranefly sits up and snaps, “What are you doing!” I put Halvah down between us and start petting her. I’m more stressed now than in the dream, fearful I might have squeezed her hard enough to hurt her. But slowly she calms down and lies back down between us.
Lady Cranefly snarls at me a bit, then lies back down and turns over with much clanking of her suit of armor.
I lie awake for some time, checking on Halvah time and again. Come morning, I spend a good amount of time playing with her. This consists mostly of swatting her behind with a newspaper and chasing her about as she runs through the tubes in our living room. She likes that. Really. Now it’s afternoon, and she’s sleeping on my comfy desk chair, relegating me to a Spartan wooden chair. I’m busy doing google searches on how to make a fully articulated suit of armor for a cat.
--cranefly
P.S. Hey! For our next Doom gathering, how about a sleep-over!
Then Lady Cranefly says to me, “So? Aren't you going to do something?”
It’s like she's given voice to my conscience. Immediately I’m decided. I stride forcefully across the corridor and enter the room and draw up short. The man and woman are having sex standing up. The man is facing away from me, the woman towards me. She’s is disarray, looks terrible, has clearly been crying. I ask her if she’s okay, not really as a question, just wanting her to give me a clear indication she needs help. Instead, she chokes out, “Yes,” with a little head-bob indicating I should leave. I’m stymied. There’s nothing I can do. So I leave.
I’m out in the corridor again, now alone. And I’m angry, knowing that asshole will continue to abuse that woman going forward. But there’s nothing I can do unless she acknowledges a problem and asks for help.
Then I see the bastard emerging from the room. He's finished with the woman for now and is making a beeline for me. He’s very angry and reaches me shouting, “You mind your own business!” As he pushes me, I grab him. I’m furious. I just want to kill the bastard. I squeeze him, choke him...
...and slowly wake up, realizing I’ve got our poor little cat Halvah in my grip, squeezing her hard. She’s snorting in startlement, and Lady Cranefly sits up and snaps, “What are you doing!” I put Halvah down between us and start petting her. I’m more stressed now than in the dream, fearful I might have squeezed her hard enough to hurt her. But slowly she calms down and lies back down between us.
Lady Cranefly snarls at me a bit, then lies back down and turns over with much clanking of her suit of armor.
I lie awake for some time, checking on Halvah time and again. Come morning, I spend a good amount of time playing with her. This consists mostly of swatting her behind with a newspaper and chasing her about as she runs through the tubes in our living room. She likes that. Really. Now it’s afternoon, and she’s sleeping on my comfy desk chair, relegating me to a Spartan wooden chair. I’m busy doing google searches on how to make a fully articulated suit of armor for a cat.
--cranefly
P.S. Hey! For our next Doom gathering, how about a sleep-over!