"Lost" in a Dream

Recap of last nights noturnal theater...

It starts with being on a beach, and I soon come to realize that this is me casting myself in "Lost." Deserted jungle island and all that, only just like in the show it's not really deserted. Only, in my dream the island is actually the site of one of Saddam Hussein's secret palaces. Strangely enough, I'm able to sneak around inside the palace to grab supplies and such, even managing to go unobserved by Saddam himself when he and some caliphate from somewhere walk into the hall I'm in. It's also at this point the I notice in my dream that I don't have my hair pulled back, which I always do. But I suppose I wouldn't if I'd just survied a plane crash.

Anyhow, I get back to camp, and somehow we've become burdened by the presence of an imp- y'know, kinda like a little demon that's just as malicious but not quite as strong. Anyhow, it keeps tormenting me (polluting water, pulling chunks of my hair out, etc.). I grab it, and it's about the size of scorpion, with pincers, a white carapace and four arms. Somewhere deep inside, though, I get this feeling that if I actually kill it whatever happens will be worse than leaving it up to it's machinations.

Well, I crush it in my hands nonetheless, and it looks about how you'd expect an insect to look when crushed. But then the insides ooze out, splattering on the ground (no longer sand). It's a this point that I realize my cats are there (but they're a bit shaggier in my dream, and may have been "my" cats in that dream representation kinda way, and not necessarily PK and Guapo), and I realize my mistake as they run out to try to lick the innards up. It's either going to poison or posses them, I'm not quite sure. It becomes a moot point, however, since that's when I wake up and realize I only have half an hour to get my shit together and run to work.