March 10th, 2009: Tramp, Demon Cat and Nagasaki

Ok, I'm sorry I haven't updated lately, I've just been very busy and have been shoving my dream diary down my priorities list. There's been lots of stuff going on in my head as well as outside it, but I'll just update with one of the latest dreams, as it's clearest to me right now.

The night between March 6th and March 7th, I had a dream that made me wake at 4 and get up, even though I had a long, busy work day ahead.
I was at my uncle's cottage I believe, the architecture and interior was similar at least. And I was standing in the living-room, and this tramp and his cat come through the door. And the tramp was clearly insane. He was raving, speaking incoherently and loudly. I can't remember feeling afraid really, but I didn't like him being in there.
I had a broom in my hand, so I beat him with it, and kept going until he wasn't moving anymore and he was dead on the floor. And I was being sort of sytematic about it, which was sort of freaky, without feeling. It's not like I felt ferocious, I didn't feel guilty, just not much at all.
While I was beating the man to death, however, his cat, which is the ugliest damn thing I've ever seen by the way, bit my trouser leg and hung there, not letting go before I woke up. The cat was all white, sort of shaggy and it had all white eyes. Like a fucking demon cat. Freaky.
And actually, as I found I'd had enough and woke up, this dream triggered a poem that I wrote down that morning. The poem isn't really about the dream, and not about the theme of the dream at all, it was simply the releasing factor, and I've included it below.


Nagasaki Voice

Love, I dreamed that I killed a tramp
With a broom and my Vader look,
His cat bit onto my trouser leg
And wouldn't let go when I shook.

You can't be a pacifist commie all night;
It's not like it's dreamer's choice,
But you say I got flower power hands
And Nagasaki voice.

Love, I dreamed that I killed a tramp,
In rage and all of its glory,
"Well, sometimes your mouth is Tahiti too,
But that is a different story."