i dreamt of a rat that i pursued on foot throughout the detritus of a house, hunted by instinct and peripheral vision, until miracle of miracles i grasped its wriggling body within my hands. i walked out of the house, noted, during its struggles, how it seemed to have well-developed lower fangs, and so, i pressed a thumb to keep its dextrous spine from turning in and allowing access to my skin (no bubonic plague, please). i walked far far away, to the end of my culdesac, and beyond, the asphalt wet and slick. i thought for a moment to toss the rat, but then thought of how it might injure itself against a rock wall or something. so instead, i set it free, giving it a nudge to go find some other house to bother. but of course, as soon as i let it go, it made a 180 degree "flip flop" and a beeline straight for the house i had just left. i ran urgently back home (dimly aware that i was only adding fuel to the fire), and raced the rat back. a moment of hope when, instead of heading for the open door, it veered around the house... but just before i crossed the threshold to close the door on my unwelcome guest, it zipped in and hid himself once more, within...
defeated. by a rat.
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