Dreams
I dreamed I was lost from my family, and only had my cat with me. At first it was Jasper, and I had to carry him everywhere, and I wasn't home - I was in some foreign land, some crazy mixture of mountain tourist attractions (Dollywood?) and something like Shanghai, maybe, so very crowded. And I dropped bags of clothes that I'd meant to trade at the 2nd hand stores, holding my cat, and I had to climb over people and bags and crowded stands and bleachers that were dark and grimy, and I had to climb over a grassy passage in between two highways but I nearly got us killed, it was very high at points and I was balancing on rocks and thin raised areas of land. I backtracked and found a much easier way to go. Then I called my husband and he was looking for me. He sounded very tired. There was some weird branching out from the 'lost story' where we found each other and then we moved - we'd been planning it. It was a duplex and the neighbors asked us to stop being noisy and we found out the guy we rented from was gone, there was no manager, so we were going to have to resolve all problems with our neighbors face to face. Odd, I've had so many problems with my neighbors being noisy, not the other way around.
But the end of the dream was back to where I had been, Shang-wood maybe:) - and still so crowded, and we were on a plane that was preparing for takeoff, and I saw Alice the cat outside, standing on the edge of some place high up, and they said I couldn't leave the plane but I opened the door and said I'm going, I have to get Alice, but the plane didn't stop even with an open door, just accelerated, and I said, somewhere in my head, I'm not staying for this, not leaving her, and I woke up. Nobody could make me leave her, not of my own free will. Maybe God or death or the threat of it does, but I don't have to like it or agree with it, not for anybody or any pet that means something to me. I will never understand or be at peace with it.
But the end of the dream was back to where I had been, Shang-wood maybe:) - and still so crowded, and we were on a plane that was preparing for takeoff, and I saw Alice the cat outside, standing on the edge of some place high up, and they said I couldn't leave the plane but I opened the door and said I'm going, I have to get Alice, but the plane didn't stop even with an open door, just accelerated, and I said, somewhere in my head, I'm not staying for this, not leaving her, and I woke up. Nobody could make me leave her, not of my own free will. Maybe God or death or the threat of it does, but I don't have to like it or agree with it, not for anybody or any pet that means something to me. I will never understand or be at peace with it.