I was in bed (in reality) but not really sleeping. At one point, I started hallucinating (with my eyes closed) about seeing our old cat, Sylvester. It moved strangely, and I knew he wasn't real. So it was a hallucination I was controlling it. He walked closer, and hopped onto the bed. I was now seeing a dream version of my bedroom through my closed eyes, and I was still in bed both in the dream and in reality. Sylvester walked over me the way cats do. For a second, I was convinced I had woken up and had somehow "pulled" the cat I dreamt up into reality. That belief was short-lived when I accidentally opened my real eyes - and my long-dead pet vanished in front of my eyes. I was, once again, back at school. I wear, that place just won't let me leave. I'm in the classroom, and the rest of my former classmates are there too. Max, one of the guys who used to torment me, was trying to get under my skin again. And succeeding at it, but I tried to hide it. I sat with my head resting on my hands and subtly gave him the finger. They laughed. At some point I'd gotten up from my desk, and accidentally sat down again next to Ken, another guy who was occasionally tormented by the populars. He was in the "loser club", a group of 4 or 5 kids who were looked down upon by the popular kids. Even they wanted nothing to do with me, though. Anyway, I realized my mistake but tried not to make a big deal out of it. I grabbed my stuff from my own desk and sat down next to him.
I saw my old (long-dead) cat Sylvester. However, I was very small, maybe 10 centimeters (3 inches). My very own cat tried to kill me. It bit me in the shoulder (I wasn't so small anymore, but my cat was definitely size of a tiger compared to me). It didn't really hurt. I had a great Deus Ex-themed dream last night (that's a video game by Eidos Montreal/Square Enix). It was set in the Mankind Divided universe. I was sitting on the floor in a dilapidated building, together with a group of augmented people. Presumably somewhere in the ghetto, or hiding from the government. Our "leader", or at least the alpha male of the group, was standing up in front of us. He was a real douche, and a loudmouth. He may or may not have been a terrorist. He was spewing hate speech, and at at some point, I had a disagreement with him. He got very hostile, and said I was banned from the group and had to leave. He said I wasn't really "one of them". I pointed out I had a synthetic implant in the back of my skull, connecting to my spine - but this was an implant I got as result of an injury - not a performance-enhancing aug. He said he knew, but it wasn't good enough. I spoke up so the whole group could hear it. I said that I would happily cut off my arm and replace it with a cybernetic one to prove my loyalty. The others started started speaking up, and I felt the atmosphere in the room change from silent obedience to outright rebellion. Our fight heated up, and I got in his face and yelled something. Feeling the crowd had turned against him, he slowly backed away and vanished.
My roommate was replaced with a guy named Alex. He had a black cat named Sylvester. We didn’t talk to each other much at first. One night, as I was trying to fall asleep, I heard Alex murmuring in his bed. He had a stuffed lion in his arms. I knew it was named Simba because he frequently talked to it during the day… The next day, he accidentally spilled a whole container of bleach on my bed, so I helped him clean it. I joked about him doing it on purpose. He also accidentally dropped a bag of chips behind the bed. I refused to pick them up. The residents of the connecting room, Sandy and Tyler, knew Alex from high school. They were dating. They hardly ever came over to our side of the suite, but Alex frequently went downtown with them to parties. Alex had to go somewhere, so I decided to take the initiative to clean up our messy room. I finally disposed of the bag of chips. It was empty… I wondered where the chips had gone. I also washed a bunch of dishes by hand in the bathroom. They weren’t my dishes, but I was still worried someone would be mad that I didn’t dry them off and put them away. Standing in the doorway between our bathroom and the other room, I gave Tyler a creepy stare. He was watching the History Channel. Confused and a little concerned by my weird smile, he explained that he never goes to class on Mondays. He always just watched the History Channel to learn things. I wondered if I should be doing that… Apparently, I was in the same history class. Tyler had to use Alex’s computer for something, so he came over to our room. Shortly after, we heard pained whispers behind the door. “Help me…” a voice wailed. “Just a second,” called Tyler. The whine repeated. I realized the door was already cracked open. Alex poked his head in. “Wow, it’s just Alex… Prick.” “You know you love me!” he laughed. Alex was amazed by how clean the room was. He started looking for his chips. “I threw them away,” I explained. He reached into the trash, pouting. “But floor chips are the best kind of chips…” “Well, no one’s been eating said floor chips, so…” Alex looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. “Dude, Sylvester’s been snacking on those for like a day!” “Really?!” I was surprised I didn’t notice… “Dude! You ate my donut?” Alex asked Tyler. “Yeah… What of it?” replied Tyler. “Nothing, just saying…” He stared sadly at the half-eaten donut in the trash can. I sensed that he was considering eating it. I decided to go to the bathroom, and Sylvester followed me in. The cat started unrolling the toilet paper while I was urinating, so I sent him away. Then he hopped in the toilet itself – before I could flush down my waste. “This cat is psycho…” I flushed it with Sylvester inside the bowl, hoping he was too big to get stuck. The cat ended up with his head and front paws sticking out of the bottom of the bowl. He was soaking wet and could hardly pull himself out… He managed, though. After shaking off his back feet, he trotted back into the room. Alex cracked up when he saw what had happened to Sylvester. I secretly wondered if the cat could talk… Tyler and I discovered a stuffed warthog that played recorded sounds. Although it takes us a minute, we realized they were all recordings made by Alex when he was a kid. He had kept this since he was a child.
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