A brief dream XIII

I know I've been posting a lot of dreams lately, but this one is weird even by my standards.

Last night I dreamed that Cartman from South Park had kidnapped my cat in a ploy to force me to help him free a wondrous, wish granting substance from a tree.

He was afraid to stick his hand into the hollow of the tree because there might be "icky" things inside.

We had to wait for nightfall to retrieve the substance, so we held vigil in front of a house several blocks away. At one point I had to urinate, so I went behind the house to piss in the bushes. A deer approached and spoke to me in a very heavy native american accent*. He told me that no one was home, then wished me a nice day before running off.

As the sky darkened, we walked to the tree. Inside was not a substance, as such, but a demon. For the rest of the dream I was able to see through his eyes and experience his thoughts. He was particularly vain, and dismissed most people out of hand. Interestingly, he spent quite a bit of time reading the minds of dogs.

Cartman held a "wishing" party and invited over his friends. The demon stated matter of factly that he would twist any of our wishes to cause more harm than good, so no one volunteered a desire. Instead, the demon walked around making random comments to people.

One woman had made an off-hand remark about not being able to stand the smell of garbage. The demon looked at her and said, "But your husband becomes excited by the smell of decay. Does that make you feel like less of a woman?"


* I know, I don't know what "native american accent" is supposed to mean, either. That's just what I remember thinking.