la_belle_laide | Not as interesting as we thought! (And a FREAKED OUT dream.)

I'm so mad! My dog is NOT a hermaphrodite. Although the structure looked and acted like a uterus attached to an ovary,its tissue was renal. They called it congenital kidney dysgenesis. It was infected and non-functional so it's good they took it out while they were in there.

He still has a really high progesterone level and no one knows why; the only explanations would be that he ate a pill (and the only one I can come up with is my Gran's gemfibrozil*; my parents dogsit my dogs when I'm at school, and Gran has breakfast there and takes her pills in the morning so it's possible,) or he got it from contact with some kind of skin cream or cosmetic that uses progesterone. Which is so unlikely because I don't use any of that stuff.

The good part is that with all of this, he can still have a normal and healthy life. I'm so glad. :) (*knock on wood!*)

*I looked that up myself and saw a few studies where it was elevating progesterone levels. She's on eight thousand pills and that's the only one I could come up with that had any relation at all to high progesterone levels. The whole thing is still very WTF.

Oh hell, while I'm here, I might as well write down this awful dream I had. It was one of the scariest nightmares I've had in a long time. Usually even mu "nightmares" are fun, and that even when there's a zombie apocalypse or the sky is made up of lemon slices or I have to run away from maniacs or whatever, I'm still having a great time. This dream was just full-on bad and awful. I woke up telling myself to wake up.

It started when I found out that someone had been picking on my god(dess)daughter. I was so mad I went to her school and kicked down the door to the principal's office demanding justice. I saw the kid who had said something mean to her, and also a red shirt on the floor. I kicked the red shirt across the room and it landed on a chair. Then I pointed at the principal and said, "This is what I think of people bullying others!" and I punched the mean kid in the face. He fell into a chair behind him and I knew he was dead. But I didn't care; I was mad at him for doing what he had done.

Then I walked outof the room and somehow ended up in my yard. It was just after dusk and, you know how you know in dreams (because you are making them up as you go along,) when something just is/ i knew that I was the only person left in the world. This was because kudzu vines had become sentient and taken everything over and were now living inside people's veins. I tried to leave my yard but some vines came up from the ground and wrapped around the gate. I kicked it open (I did a lot of kicking in the dream!) and ran down the street. I ended up at my cousins' house, which used to be my grandma's house. I was going to go see if there was anyone left alive in there.

My Gran came out the door and right away I knew that the vines had gotten to her. She had a dead little blond infant in a toy stroller that she was wheeling around. She told me to come inside and then some vines shot out of her fingertips. I picked up a skateboard from the road and I threw it. It hit the dead baby and broke its neck. Even though it was already dead this was beyond horrifying and I started to run again.

Soon, a van came down the road and I jumped into it even though it was still moving. By now it was dark, but the van had those old green dashboard lights and a tape deck. My Mom was driving. I was so relieved, thinking that at least she was still among the living. Then she turned to me and she said, "We've been planning this takeover before humankind even knew that we could think for ourselves."

This was so awful that I knew it must be a dream. I said, "You know what, it's Wendesday morning. I have to get up at 6:45 and go on the LIE for nearly two hours then take a test. Now THAT is a nightmare." I was trying to lighten the situation and reason with myself. The vine-person who used to be Mom said, "If you think this is a dream, then wake yourself up and try to turn on the light. You won't be able to."

So I started trying to yell, "WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" but you know how you can't yell in dreams? Your voice is all muddy and no matter how you try, you just can't. So I started tryng to roll from side to side.

Finally I woke up saying the words, "wake up," and I reached for the light but then I remembered that if you're still dreaming, you won't be able to turn the light on. So I was lying there in bed for a good five minutes working up the courage to try the light beside my bed. I just knew that once I did, it wouldn't light and then vines would come shooting through my windows.

But finally I did and as it happened, I was really awake. ^_^

That dream is like a nasty little conglomerate of so many different short stories that I'm ashamed at not having dreamed something more original. I mean "Moonflower" and the one by Stephen King; honestly, and that's just off the top of my head. Rrrrr.

Afterwards I had a dream that I got kidnapped and sent to an auction where a bunch of us were being sold as sex-workers and no one wanted to buy me. I felt insulted. >_<

Oh, and we never did have that test; she pushed it till next week. Goodie, so I can do poorly seven days from now instead of today!

Kung Fu tonight, probably just Gold Dragon, Snarklit and myself. Then tomorrow I'm going to get my hair done. This causes me much more glee than it should.

I'm so effing tired!