The glob of colors was growing, it started moving, swirling and twirling, and becoming larger, in just a few minutes it was bigger than I was, and then for a few amazing minutes, I was inside the glob, and then I was sitting quietly in a barstool at a kitchen counter, doing nothing of importance with an old pencil and a piece of scrap paper. I saw my mom and sister sitting in a living room; they too were doing nothing of importance, the whole place was quiet, you could have heard a small mouse scurry across the floor. It seemed as though I was in a small, pretty house. Then, there was a loud scream coming from the living room, this is what it said:
“There are H2H’s in the living room! They’re under the piano bench, and there are a lot of ‘em too!”
I looked up, and quickly jumped out of the chair. I of course did not know what a H2H was, so I had nothing to be afraid of; or did I?
“What’s a H2H, Mom?” I said as my mom and sister rushed past me; trying to get to a safe place.
“H2H’s are little MICE that are DRUNK!” my mom explained as she found what she thought was a safe corner of the room. I looked into the living room, and sure enough, there, under the piano bench, were the H2H’s. They were trying to walk, but stumbling and rocking back and forth, you’d think that they had swallowed an apple because their stomachs were so big, their small beady eyes were turning around and around in their skulls, their gray old whiskers were bent and sopping wet, their long pink tails were sometimes as straight as a pin, others were as bent as a cursive ‘W’. Then, whilst I was still staring blankly at all of the tipsy mice, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small H2H jump shakily onto our big dining room table. Then, it literally started jumping off the walls, that is, the INVISIBLE walls. It looked like it was in a small cage that no one could see. I turned around and said to my scared mom,
“There’s a H2H on the dining room table! LOOK!”
I shook my thumb in the direction of that which the H2H was bouncing off the invisible cage walls, and then my eyes grew to the size of saucers, as I felt a small wriggly, furry, THING snuggled down in my collar. I put my hand to the collar, and the H2H darted down my shirt. It was not a pleasant feeling, and I finally caught the mouse. The H2H and I had a terrible fight; a fight as would not be expected. The mouse wouldn’t let go of my fingers; even when I tried my best to shake him off. I shook my hands downward, but he still wouldn’t budge, I shook then upward, but to no avail. He just wouldn’t get off and he scratched and bit my hands several times. I shook and I shook, nothing would work. And then,
“Ahhhhhh,” I sat up in my bed, breathing hard, “and I used to think that mice were cute!”

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I had this dream a few weeks ago, and I have no idea where it came from. I don’t know why the ‘tipsy mice’ were called H2H’s, and I have no idea why they had to be drunk, I guess I just had a strange thought that started this whole story. Something that might be of interest to you, was that that day, when we were getting in the car to go to Bible study, was that one of our cats was eating a mouse! Think that through, if you want!