Story Part Three: Possums and Raccoons

Part Three:

A couple of weeks pass by and MJ pushes the raccoon incident to the side.

MJ and Charlie have some discussions about their dreams. MJ and Charlie both previously thought they were weird because of their tendency to dream every night. They also thought they were peculiar because of their tendency to remember their dreams. Seeing the future was also in the cards for them, although they could not ever predict when they would see something that they dreamed, and not everything they always dreamed came true in real life.

Several elaborate conversations later, MJ and Charlie felt much better about their sleeping patterns because they knew they had someone to rely on not to laugh too hard.

MJ had remembered several dreams vividly from her childhood, especially the ones involving deja vu or the dreams that inflicted the “terror-state”. The term “terror-state” was coined by both Charlie and MJ. Both had experienced a semi-conscious state where the dream continues, but the body is awake. MJ’s terror-states usually revolved around dreams about animals she hated, such as snakes, or people chasing her. She used to wake up convinced there was a huge boa constrictor laid out on the floor next to her childhood twin bed. To get out of it, she would have to jump over the “snake” and run to a different room, come back and turn the light on. Crazy, but true.

So, one night, the crazy raccoons came after MJ in her dreams (much like the possums had earlier in her life). Her and another roommate, Whorace, were playing in her old house’s backyard. They weren’t really playing as much as working – probably since that’s what most of their lives are composed of. Anyway, these large raccoons were really bothering MJ and Whorace, so they decided to play a game called “Whack-o-Coon”.

During the dream, MJ tried to hit the raccoons as hard as she could with a broomstick. Unfortunately, she was puny in the dream, and her hits only stunned the raccoons for 10 seconds or so. Eventually Whorace disappeared, leaving poor Mary Jane to fight the nasty raccoons all by her lonesome. By this point they were mad and getting harder to hit (much like the games in arcades). When MJ half-awoke from her dream, she could dream-hear the raccoons trying to get into the second-floor window – those climbing bastards! All she could see were those poor little raccoons’ heads she now felt very guilty about hitting all those times. But the poor little raccoons were rabid now, and very very angry and MJ for hitting them so much. Just when she was in mortal danger of one of the rabid, gross, fat, lazy but agile raccoons actually getting into her room, she real-heard the real Whorace going about his normal morning business. Mary Jane was relieved!

Unfortunately her alarm was set to go off half-hour late, so the real nightmare began when she realized that she had to bust her ass to get to work on time.

THE END