tammaiya | I had the STRANGEST dream last night...

First thing I remember, I was walking home from school on a sunny day, and suddenly there's this loud booming voice from the clouds (god-style) except that it sounded quite young. Anyway, he was talking to my friends from my group at school, and he was reviewing their relationships from the last few years and they were sounding a bit surprised. (And this bit was just WONKY, cause most of the relationship stuff didn't really apply. Like that foreign romance.) Then he summed up their personality in a few words. He hadn't said anything to me, I could just hear him and them really loudly like, out of the sky. Then he DID address me, summed up all my wonky relationships (can't remember if they were real or not) and when I was almost home, said some along the lines of "Hurt. Distant. And I suppose it would make sense to say beautiful teenage girl." At which point I was just like, whoa, freaky, get me outta this dream. And then this voice-thing said I belonged to him and I'm just like, ok. Yes. Fine. Good. Whee.
And then when I got to my front yard, I saw this huge raven, and what looked like a massive black and white feather it had dropped, but I realised the feather was actually an adult cat that had been attacked by the bird and was wounded. I was scared of the bird, cause it was really big and menacing, but I shooed it away, picked up the cat and ran. But on the way, there was a little kitten in the same position, so I picked up it to and ran into the house. Then I told my family and the extra people whom I think I know but I can't remember the dream well enough that we had to take them to the vet. And ebony too, for some reason. So we put the cats in these two travel cases, and picked up my poodle, and set off.
This is where it gets REALLY random.
Suddenly, for some reason, I was Crowley. And I was trying to get to the vet with Aziraphale, and the kittens, and ebony, but for some reason the kittens had turned into these two white poodles with black spots on their chests- the opposite of ebbers. So Crowley and Zira where a'campin' on opposite sides of this reserve thingo, and for some reason Zira was somewhere dangerous and impossible to reach. But Crowley/I got crapped off and had to go find him, and I distinctly remember how troublesome it was to cross the river of crocodiles. Worst thing? THEY WERE CARTOONY AND CUTE. But they still had the teeth, and everything. So when Crowley/I made it to Aziraphale's, he collapsed into an armchair and was wet and cold and miserable. Except then I was ALSO there, sitting in another chair. And then there was some Crowley/Aziraphale fluff, but it turned out that the little puppy was really a vampire bat out to get Ebony, so we went and threw it in a river. Or the dream implied that. I didn't actually see it.
And then the dream changed to something about a bus and a machetti knife, and I accidentally pricked myself playing with the knife.

I blame my subconscious.