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I dreamed last night of a chupacabra.

Here in Texas, some claim to have glimpsed this sinister, dark gray creature of legend, to whom all manner of night-time evils are attributed. It is said to drain the blood of livestock after first hypnotizing them with its red eyes. Biologists, always looking to debunk cool myths, suspect that they may be coyotes left hairless and deformed by parasites.

In my dream, I was walking along a moonlit gravel road and saw the chupacabra on the opposite side. Our eyes locked, both of us curious; neither of us fearful. The chupacabra tilted his head as if to say, “it’s cool”, and trotted along, and I continued on my way.

My destination was a cabin in the woods. My mission was work related: an investigation of a property for a client. I was supposed to meet the man who would assist me in this endeavor, none other than R___. He and I had enjoyed a memorable relationship during our college years. I wouldn’t call it a romance. Neither would he. But in many respects it was better than a romance, as it helped me to become a person who would recognize and revel in a real romance when the time came, decades later.

R____ saw something in me that I, in my introspective world of low self esteem, couldn’t see. His confidence and charisma had placed him out of my league, so when he reached out to me in something other than platonic friendship, I was transformed. It was clear from the start that this was a temporary situation, and for some reason, that seemed fine to me, despite my clingy tendencies.

His protective side revealed itself one day as I crouched down to pet a large dog, placing my face on its level. I’ve never been afraid of canids of any sort. All dogs are benign in my world until they clearly prove themselves otherwise. Perhaps that's reckless on my part, but only one dog has ever tried to bite me, and failed.

[Follow along below the chupacabra footprint]

Alarmed, R___ drew me aside, at once marveling at my fearlessness (or senselessness) and admonishing me that not all dogs are to be trusted. He did it in a way that conveyed genuine concern, and something inside me turned over like tumblers in a lock.

Now, through some bizarre turn of events, R__ was to be meeting me at this cabin. I settled in with my belongings and waited, allowing myself to daydream about our days (and nights) together, so long ago, so far away.

I certainly had no intentions of rekindling this relationship. Now happily married to my soul-mate, I lack for nothing, and wouldn’t think of jeopardizing my happiness. I haven’t gotten in touch with R___ in all these years, and haven't wanted to.

I guard my privacy zealously. I’m not on Facebook or LinkedIn.  If people haven’t found me by now, tough. I do share my address every 5 years or so in my college departmental newsletter.

If R___ had wanted to find me, he could have. As far as I know, we’ve both gone on to lead successful and productive lives. At least I have, and last I heard, he was running his own successful business.

When he walked through the door, he looked much the same. The wavy light brown hair had turned gray, making his blue eyes even more riveting, as if that were even possible. I don’t remember what, if anything I said, but what he said next was,

“I’m sorry… Do I know you?”

I felt my heart convulse

“It’s me, Cassandra.”

His smile was polite but perplexed, as though he realized that he should have known me but simply couldn’t make the connection. I tried again, explaining how we had met.


My beloved father, throughout his long spiral into the depths of Alzheimer’s had always recognized me, a blessing for which I will be forever grateful. Now R__, who had always lived life to the fullest, was lost to me. If this could happen to him, and if I carried my father’s genes, how was it that I had escaped?

Without thinking, I reached up with both hands, pulled R__’s face close to mine, and kissed him squarely on the lips. I hadn’t intended this as an overture to anything.

In desperation, as I realized that sight and sound could not reach him, I must have imagined that some other sense could penetrate this abyss of memory.

It did. And somewhere, the chupacabra bayed at the moon as if to say, “my work here is done”.

[Note: sorry about the italic font - I have tried without success to fix it. I hope it hasn't detracted from the story]

Originally posted to cassandracarolina's fossil record on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 06:48 AM PDT.

Also republished by TexKos-Messing with Texas with Nothing but Love for Texans, DKOMA, and Community Spotlight.

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  •  In Arizona, (21+ / 0-)

         everyone knows that Chupacabras are real.


    The GOP ... Government of the 1%, by the 1%, for the 1%

    by Azazello on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 07:27:02 AM PDT

  •  Props for the taser :) n/t (8+ / 0-)

    "I speak the truth, not as much as I would, but as much as I dare, and I dare a little the more, as I grow older." --Montaigne

    by DrLori on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 08:36:27 AM PDT

  •  Sounded like a (11+ / 0-)

    very warm romantic dream of R__ to me. I hope he was not the Cupacabras!

    Are you alright?

    Cupacabras run wild here in Wisconsin. CupaScottie and some of his litter are being hunted by vigilantes. Yes, they exists. Is R__ for real? Like the Cupacabra? I have heard the story of what the Cupacabra does to live stock too. So I can imagine how the Long Horns in Texas might look to this creature.

    Good to see you Cassandra.

    Old men tell same old stories

    by Ole Texan on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 10:00:03 AM PDT

    •  Good to see you, Ole Texan (8+ / 0-)

      Yes, R is real (although his name doesn't begin with R). He really made a difference in teaching me to live in the present and stop rehashing the past and worrying about the future. I'm greatly indebted for the life lesson.

      I did spot a creature along a back road in either Waller or Austin County last weekend that looked for a moment like a chupacabra to me - dark gray, looked like a cross between a mangy dog and a thin pig, but since this was in broad daylight, it's probably something more benign. As you can see, I have an overactive imagination.

      Every so often, someone kills something they claim is a chupacabra. I am willing to believe the biologists who suggest that it's a coyote rendered hairless and deformed by parasites, although I have to think they'd be destined for a short life with those setbacks.

      Like you, the ones I fear take human form and suck the life out of the middle class. We should pay attention to them and not let us get hypnotized by their evil eyes!

      Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge. Others only gargle. -- Woody Allen

      by cassandracarolina on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 10:16:04 AM PDT

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      •  Thank you for (7+ / 0-)

        reading my comment and responding. I should not have strayed away from your topic of a Chupacabra and question another issue that was so clearly written by you. I admire though, that you seemed not to notice and just took it in stride... You go girl!!

        As for these creatures Cupacabras as you describe them to be, hey, I have heard that same description by many people also. But I think the places more prone to have these things is a large wooded area where cattle or other farm animals are left unattended during the night. It is when this dude comes around and party.

        Yes, I think, even if the name Cupacabra does not apply, I have seem many photos of animals that "something" has killed and sucked thier blood, and in many cases chewed parts of the bodies.

        Speaking of chewing, I just saw some dude on TV chewing the face off another dude in broad day light where the Big Brother camera caught footage of the whole enchilada.  So yes, a lot of chewing and sucking has been going on lately.

        Old men tell same old stories

        by Ole Texan on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 10:42:23 AM PDT

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      •  I applaud their bravery for this: (1+ / 0-)
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        Every so often, someone kills something they claim is a chupacabra.
        They kill it and I can't even pronounce it! Is it kookaburra crabbah?

        "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon

        by Diana in NoVa on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 06:59:37 PM PDT

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  •  Nicely told. (7+ / 0-)

    Please read and enjoy my novella, Tulum, available in soft cover and eBook formats.

    by davidseth on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 12:33:09 PM PDT

  •  Next time you see one, just say (6+ / 0-)

    "The chupacabra sucks goats."

    The law, in its majestic equality, forbids rich and poor alike from sleeping under bridges. ~ Anatole France

    by ActivistGuy on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 12:40:26 PM PDT

  •  Chupacabra (6+ / 0-)

    That`s a nice dream you had.
    Thank you for sharing it.

    I too had a Chupacabra, watching over me.
    It had been killed somehow, but I took the remains & mounted them in a cement & gravel bed then hung the framed display on my porch railing. It always kept watch over the whole place.


    I`m already against the next war.

    by Knucklehead on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 01:42:02 PM PDT

    •  That is simply fascinating!! What (3+ / 0-)
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      Species of creature do you think your specimen represents? How did you find it and how did you turn it into this marvelous paleontological-looking display? It is amazing! I am glad that you are being well guarded!

      Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge. Others only gargle. -- Woody Allen

      by cassandracarolina on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 02:50:00 PM PDT

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      •  Cassandracarolina (5+ / 0-)

        It`s a bobcat that was hit by a car/truck & which made it to the shade of a large pepper tree on my property, where it unfortunately (maybe/maybe not) succumbed to its injuries.
        I placed the carcass on a sheet of plywood & put it away behind the house with a tarp over it for a few years, where it was food for ants, flies, & all matter of decomposers.

        When I thought it was suitably cleaned of flesh, I secured a chicken wire mesh onto another sheet of plywood & also ran some wire loops through the plywood to be able to hang the finished piece. I then placed the skeleton on top of the mesh, which I`d put there to give structural integrity to the concrete.
        I put a frame around it to contain cement & stones, which I covered the specimen with.
        With the concrete partially dry, I began washing it off with a water hose till the specimen was locked into the cement yet was still quite clean, & until I thought it looked OK.
        I wanted it to look like it had been trapped in a small landslide on the edge of a creek somewhere & had been exposed by a spring thaw washout on the side of the stream bed edge.
        Next I let it dry to hard concrete & it was then ready to hang.

        It was always a point of interest for people who came over, along with other strange/quirky things at my house.

        Now you know how to safely mount your own Chupacabra.
        Glad you like it.

        I`m already against the next war.

        by Knucklehead on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 03:42:34 PM PDT

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        •  Thanks so much for taking the time to explain (2+ / 0-)
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          the process.  I too am fascinated with the odd skeletal remains, more from studying paleontology and my dad bringing me to museums of comparative zoology. I've collected fossil fish and trilobites and brachiopods, even dinosaur bone fragmensts, but no mammals. Now, at least, I will be prepared!

          The rest of your house must be pretty cool! Thanks for sharing your story here.

          Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge. Others only gargle. -- Woody Allen

          by cassandracarolina on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 04:11:24 PM PDT

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        •  Well, you don't sound like a "knucklehead" (2+ / 0-)
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          to ME, if you're willing to go to that much trouble!

          I've known people take less trouble over building entire barns.

          "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon

          by Diana in NoVa on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 07:02:31 PM PDT

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          •  Diana in NoVa (2+ / 0-)
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            Well I do build other things also.
            Do you like indoor/outdoor living.
            Here`s a pavilion with fireplace.
            It`s bordered on two other sides by a big pond with waterfalls
            & a saltwater Jacuzzi up in the rocks.
            I installed a 52" flat screen behind some doors I built with Koa above the fireplace I also built.
            The Koa, I picked over cellphone images my friend was sending me in real time from the jungle on the island of Hawaii.
            When I picked what I wanted, he cut down a very large tree, cut it into slabs 27 feet long & had them loaded onto a boat to San Pedro, in Los Angeles.
            From there they were trucked to my shop where I could machine them into whatever I needed to make.


            Ah the life of a fish DSCN6700


            Now you don`t need to be a Knucklehead to build these things, but it sure helps.

            I`m already against the next war.

            by Knucklehead on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 09:32:09 PM PDT

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  •  Didn't J. Frank Dobie (3+ / 0-)

    write about Chupacabras someplace? Maybe in Tongues of the Monte?
    Thanks for sharing your dream, which is always interesting, even when one has no special key to what is going on in it.

    Your dream reminded me of one I had a few months after my father died--I was at an outdoor rummage sale looking at a pile of clothes and jumbled-up goods on a table, when I noticed that the guy standing next to me wearing a grey-green suit was my father. I stared at him dumfounded, and then I said, without thinking of how crass it sounded, "But...Daddy, you're dead!" He sort of shrugged, spread his hands, and gave me this beautiful, rueful smile, exactly as he would have in real life when faced with some absurd but undeniable truth. I can't tell you how sad I felt when I woke up, but I was glad in a kind of a way, because it was so much like having really seen him one more time.

    •  My departed father has only appeared twice in (2+ / 0-)
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      my dreams, once on the night he died, and one other time. Like your dad (from what you've shared) there was a similar sense of "hey, what can you do?". I look for signs and omens, and find some from time to time. Most of all, I try to carry on with honoring him in small ways.  He loved scientific mysteries, and would have weighed in in the chupacabra.

      Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge. Others only gargle. -- Woody Allen

      by cassandracarolina on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 04:46:08 PM PDT

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    •  revbludge, I really like this story about your (2+ / 0-)
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      father!  My sister had a similar dream about our father after he died.  It was so real when she described it to me I could almost see him.

      It's a comfort, after they've gone to walk in the Otherworld.

      "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon

      by Diana in NoVa on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 07:04:05 PM PDT

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  •  This was an enthralling, but ultimately (1+ / 0-)
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    frustrating dream, wasn't it.  Very strange! And yet so detailed.

    You write beautifully about it.  It was like listening to a story--my favorite pastime, by the way.  :)

    I sometimes dream of a boy I used to know in church long, long ago.  He didn't feel about me the way I felt about him, but I never forgot him, even though I haven't seen him since 1960.  I know where he lives and what he does for a living.  Sometimes I dream that it's Sunday morning and we're standing outside the church when the service is over.  I get really close to where he's standing, I even see his tall frame, but never, never his face.  He never speaks to me.

    Odd, what our subconscious can heave up out of the depths!

    "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon

    by Diana in NoVa on Sat Jun 02, 2012 at 06:56:06 PM PDT

  •  hah, I used the chupacabra as inspiration for a (1+ / 0-)
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    character in one of my sci-fi fan films--they show up at around the three minute mark:

  •  Dreams, Dreams, and (1+ / 0-)
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    Nightmares. I did not want chime in to this diary again. But reading of some who have had dreams of loved ones that died shakes me up.

    I wrote in my last diary in "la llorona" that I fell asleep and dreamed of my mother. I could not see her face. She was not even dead yet.

    However, my only brother who I have said was my hero as I grew up passed away one month ago. He now refuses to go out of my life!!

    I continuously wake up to see him there by my bed. He only asks me one question: "Are you alright?" and leaves as I try to accustom my eyes in the dark. I am not afraid as I know that spirits just leaves a body upon death, and where they go nobody knows.. I do however, did not want to write about this and have someone say I was being over dramatic.  I believe these people who are writing of seeing loved ones in their dreams..To you -- it is real.

    Old men tell same old stories

    by Ole Texan on Sun Jun 03, 2012 at 06:05:57 AM PDT

    •  There seems to be a permeable membrane (0+ / 0-)

      between life and death, at least "recent" death.

      Here is a story that freaked me out. My father-in-law, "Pop" (who had himself been declared dead several times before he finally died "for good") related a dream that happened shortly after his mother's death.

      In the dream, she came back to tell him that he and his siblings had buried her "in the wrong place". She then described the proper place: in the same cemetery, but with particular trees, topography, and view.

      Pop didn't think much about this until he learned that his brother had had exactly the same dream!

      Now curious, they met with the cemetery manager and described this spot, which - amazingly - existed in a now-inactive part of the cemetery.

      By now, the brothers had had this dream several times. They finally had her body moved, and the dreams ended.

      Who can understand this?

      Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge. Others only gargle. -- Woody Allen

      by cassandracarolina on Sun Jun 03, 2012 at 10:42:23 AM PDT

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  •  I thought I saw a baby Chupacabra on my back porch (1+ / 0-)
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    here in Oklahoma.  Really.

    A few years ago, in the dead of winter, Mr. RJ and I began feeding a feral cat we call Big Daddy on our  porch. He'd been a resident of our neighborhood for at least 14 years then, and we'd grown respectful of his tenacity, surviving winters that dipped below zero and summers that sometimes topped 110, but during one awful ice storm when he began to look a little too thin and ragged, we decided to put out some extra calories for him. We could only hope he'd find our offering as we knew he'd never come onto our porch if we were around to see him there.

    Not only did Big Daddy find his food, but over time, so did a few other ferals, quite a few strays (some of whom we've adopted), neighbors' well-fed cats who enjoy dining out occasionally, and a surprising assortment of other critters including the one who looked EXACTLY like drawings I've seen made from "Chupacabra sightings."

    It was after midnight. I was reading DKos. From my little desk in the dining room, I could see through the kitchen and through the kitchen door to the porch, so I noticed when the motion-sensative porch light came on, and I stood up to see who was visiting. (I should explain that we don't live in the country. We live in the center of a city of nearly a million people. Our neighborhood is known as "midtown.") I expected to see Big Daddy or one of his recognizable progeny. Instead, I saw what I at first thought was a little dog with his head down in the bowl of cat food, hairless, probably a lost Chihauhua. A dog not on a leash is a rare sight in our neighborhood. As I moved in to look for a collar and tag, the critter looked up at me. I was absolutely horrified.

    As I tried to figure out what had happened to the poor guy -- he was very sickly looking and almost totally hairless except for a coarse, shaggy topknot -- I slowly realized he was not a dog with a horribly deformed or injured face. He was something else, but what? The only thing that came to mind was "Chupacabra." A little far north, but possible.

    I spent the next few hours looking at online images and eventually realized I'd been visited by a very young  possum, too young to be separated from his mother and, thus, probably an orphan. I later learned that, in my city, possums are "protected," a status they earn by virtue of their service as urban scavengers of dead birds, etc. They must not be killed, and if trapped, they must be released back into their own habitat, not removed.

    Quite a few people who've seen these pathetic-looking hairless creatures agree they are probably the object of at least some of the Chupacabra sightings.

    Eliminate tax breaks that stimulate the offshoring of jobs.

    by RJDixon74135 on Sun Jun 03, 2012 at 07:27:15 AM PDT

    •  If the theory that the chupacabra is (0+ / 0-)

      a coyote or other canid infested by parasites that leave it hairless and deformed, it would stand to reason that their expected life span would be drastically shortened. Their ability to hunt and catch prey would be diminished, and they'd be more vulnerable than their healthy brethren to disease and predation.

      Under those conditions, looking to suburban backyards for easier pickings might make a lot of sense.

      Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge. Others only gargle. -- Woody Allen

      by cassandracarolina on Sun Jun 03, 2012 at 10:33:33 AM PDT

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  •  I read... (1+ / 0-)
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    I read this headline as "I Dreamed Last Night of Chewbacca" and thought it must have been one interesting dream.

  •  I have a wallet made of chupacabra leather. (1+ / 0-)
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    The only way to beat the game is to rig it to guarantee that everyone wins something. That's not possible if there is a house.

    by SpamNunn on Sun Jun 03, 2012 at 01:28:11 PM PDT

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