I was watching a commercial on TV for some kind of cleaning device. You could soak up a lot of grime and crap with this type of carpet mop. It was amazing. But I was wondering who actually has that kind of mess to clean up?
And then I was in a hotel apartment. I was with my sister, who was a cleaning lady. The floors were covered in piss, shit and puke. Piles of it. All over on the orange carpet in an otherwise empty room. Except for one couch against the wall where a rail thin woman sat with her head hung. My sister and I used the thing in the commercial to start cleaning the floor, trying not to look at the woman.
I found a cat in the other room. But he wouldnt move. He was alive, but it didnt look like he wanted to be. And then the woman was speaking to me. So softly I almost couldnt hear. I dont know what happened. He just doesnt want to live anymore. He used to play with the bottoms of my dresses. She pointed to some long dresses hanging against a wall, tattered on the bottom where the cat had once pawed at them. But not anymore.
I sat down next to the cat and began to pet him. At first there was nothing and then he began to purr softly. I had a red scarf and I put it in front of him and moved it a little. He didnt respond. I left it there and went back to my cleaning.
After a while, the cat came into the living room where we were cleaning (although it was hard to tell it was the living room because the apartment was almost completely unfurnished, with the exception of the couch and the mounds of excrement). He had the scarf wrapped around his neck and was jumping and playing with it.
I was confused. If all it took was a scarf and some petting to make this cat active again, maybe the problem wasnt the cat. How had this woman been treating him? Did she care?
I chased the cat around trying to get my scarf back. But he kept bounding through the apartment with it, having fun with me chasing him. Then we went into a basement room and he stopped. The light was low and at first I couldnt see much. Then I made out the figure of a person, hunched over on the floor. It was the woman who had spoken to me earlier. A puddle came out from around her and it must have been her urine. The whole room stunk. I walked cautiously closer. I could see that her body was retching. And then she must have realized I was there. The hunched figure turned suddenly and looked at me with fear and rage. Vomit was running down her face, maybe piss and shit too, and she continued to retch. I could see now that there was a pile of bodily excretions on the floor in front of her. And throughout the room. And the rest of the apartment.
She stared straight into my eyes with her fingernails dug into the concrete. Then she hissed at me. It was the kind of sound a human body was not meant to make.
Then I woke up.
And then I was in a hotel apartment. I was with my sister, who was a cleaning lady. The floors were covered in piss, shit and puke. Piles of it. All over on the orange carpet in an otherwise empty room. Except for one couch against the wall where a rail thin woman sat with her head hung. My sister and I used the thing in the commercial to start cleaning the floor, trying not to look at the woman.
I found a cat in the other room. But he wouldnt move. He was alive, but it didnt look like he wanted to be. And then the woman was speaking to me. So softly I almost couldnt hear. I dont know what happened. He just doesnt want to live anymore. He used to play with the bottoms of my dresses. She pointed to some long dresses hanging against a wall, tattered on the bottom where the cat had once pawed at them. But not anymore.
I sat down next to the cat and began to pet him. At first there was nothing and then he began to purr softly. I had a red scarf and I put it in front of him and moved it a little. He didnt respond. I left it there and went back to my cleaning.
After a while, the cat came into the living room where we were cleaning (although it was hard to tell it was the living room because the apartment was almost completely unfurnished, with the exception of the couch and the mounds of excrement). He had the scarf wrapped around his neck and was jumping and playing with it.
I was confused. If all it took was a scarf and some petting to make this cat active again, maybe the problem wasnt the cat. How had this woman been treating him? Did she care?
I chased the cat around trying to get my scarf back. But he kept bounding through the apartment with it, having fun with me chasing him. Then we went into a basement room and he stopped. The light was low and at first I couldnt see much. Then I made out the figure of a person, hunched over on the floor. It was the woman who had spoken to me earlier. A puddle came out from around her and it must have been her urine. The whole room stunk. I walked cautiously closer. I could see that her body was retching. And then she must have realized I was there. The hunched figure turned suddenly and looked at me with fear and rage. Vomit was running down her face, maybe piss and shit too, and she continued to retch. I could see now that there was a pile of bodily excretions on the floor in front of her. And throughout the room. And the rest of the apartment.
She stared straight into my eyes with her fingernails dug into the concrete. Then she hissed at me. It was the kind of sound a human body was not meant to make.
Then I woke up.
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[Edited on Jun 02, 2003]
My family and I were on holiday near a lake in northen Wisconsin. It was nice, relaxing and enjoyable. While we were sitting on the beach, a huge tital wave formed and began hurling towards us.
Everyone started running and for some reason we ended up at a strip mall type of place. I suddenly became calm. While I was parusing the stores this mini-mall had to offer, I passed a window and inside was the oddest thing.
A huge baby was hooked up to some kind of machine. And when I say huge baby, I mean like 12 feet tall. I had to satisfy my curiosity, so I entered the "store" to see what was up. I was horrified to find out that some madman was genetically altering babies to grow 10 times their size.
His plan was to have these babies go underwater and stomp their feet to create huge tital waves. Shocked, I ran to tell someone. Anyone. I bumped into a guy that worked for the local utility service and told him what I had seen.
He told me not to worry, that I was merely hallucinating due to fact that the gas company was doing tests to put a chemical into the gas so people can see a gas leak.
Then I woke up.
I was amazed that my feeble mind could create something so stupidly weird.
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[Edited on Jun 02, 2003]