Free Rabies

I had a dream last night that I was biten by a rabid light gray cat. The cat, well, what could it do, biting was in it's nature, right? I wasn't mad at the cat. In my dream, we were waiting downstairs in the cellar. Maybe we were just living; I couldn't tell. I went upstairs because we all heard a noise, I closed the door behind me just in case that something was a danger to us all. That's when I saw the cat and a man. I didn't know the man, but he seemed familiar and fun. I looked out the window. The ground was parched and tall yellow grassed swayed with the rhythm of the wind. A dilapidated swing creaked. Two stripped orange and yellow cats perched in a tree full of purple flowers.

The Man looked concerned but calm despite a rabid cat stratching, pissing, and biting at him. He was remarkeably calm. I walked closer to them; to try and help him with the cat. That's when I was biten. The cat floated away and joined the purple flowers. I knew I couldn't return to the cellar. Who knows when I'd demonstrate the horrible signs of being infected? For some reason medicine wasn't an option.

The next thing I know we, the man and I, are in a tall field of blue corn. The field is near a football field. We could see the bleachers and hear the cheerleaders shouting. We were in the field because that's where I parked my convertible Viper. I vaguely remember owning it, but when we climbed into the car I pulled the keys out of my jean's pocket. Had the keys to this beautiful car been there all along? We took off towards the mountain.