It involved the big guy's best friend, Moose. A nice enough girl. We've been seen together in the past--there's even a picture of us in an earlier post down there. Never would I have imagined her to be able to do something like I'm about to describe!
I don't have all the specifics. You know how dreams sort of fade away quickly. But what I do remember (or think I remember) is that she got her hands on me in some sort of jealous rage. Rage from having to share me with so many others. Not that SHE ever wore me! Sure, she'd spilled beer on me in the past. Cried on me once or twice, too. But she'd never worn me.
Somehow she'd gotten ahold of me. Me in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other. And she was half-nekkid. What was about to happen to me?? I finally figured out that it wasn't me that she was really after. I was an innocent victim. In a sick, twisted way, she was going to send me back to the big guy as some sort of belated birthday present. I could only imagine what was about to happen to me. Out of sheer terror, I blacked out. I'm not sure what happened next.
At some point, I awoke. I'm not sure when or where. But I had to check myself. Buttons were all there. Nothing cut out. Whew! Thank goodness it was just a bad dream!
Or was it.....?