April 25, 2004

• I have been somewhat remiss lately about posting my dreams, but it really seems like I have so little time lately, it’s hard to get more than one or two posts in a week. I need a good poke to get me posting, I think.

  
  

  Despite their oddness, I really enjoy dreaming. I dream nearly every night, but they don’t always make much sense- like just some minute moment somewhat like a snapshot in my brain or some sound or action, and then done. I don’t share those with you all. What would be the point? They don’t have any meat on their bones. They’re like an incomplete thought. I just share the ones that seem to tell a story, however oddly composed it may be.

  
  

  The first dream I neglected to relate may have been influenced by Blogger111′s Saturday(4/17) post. At any rate, it involved a female cat in heat, wandering around outside the house and spraying everything in the neighborhood. For some reason however, there were no male cats around. There was one in the neighboring house though. Don’t ask me how they got together, but I think she got into the house somehow, rather than him getting out.

  
  

  At any rate, she eventually got pregnant and was giving birth in the kitchen of a house my family and I lived in about five years ago. We (a group of people I didn’t know) lifted the shirt she was hiding under, and she was lying there with just one little kitten. It was all bedraggled from being born, but it wasn’t breathing. Someone said she had to lick it or it wouldn’t live, but I reached down and rubbed its little back and it mewed. Then the momma cat leaned forward and started licking her kitten until it started moving about.

  
  

  I wish I wasn’t allergic to cats. I love the little fluff-balls.

  
  

  The second dream occured on Friday, and it was a bit confused. There was a house out in the woods which I seemed to have lived in once but which I knew to be structurally unsafe. I think it may have been my Nana’s house. She died when I was nine, but my sister and I used to go up and stay with her and our “uncle” Freddie just about every Summer. So I knew the house fairly well. In the dream it was really falling down. I wonder how the house really is, whether it’s still standing or has been demolished in the name of “progress.”

  
  

  At any rate, the building was filled with all kinds of junk and people were driving in from all over to go through it. Really it was very much like what happened when my Nana died twenty-one years ago, even though I wasn’t involved at such an early age. I remember the house was full of junk and the people that came to look through it really had their work cut out for them.

  
  

  In my dream, every room was filled with gray piles of anonymous junk. The state of the house was the scary part though. It creaked and boards splintered under my feet. There was a man leading me from room to room, showing me the piles of junk and pointing out architecture. I asked him why they would hold such an event in a place that was obviously ready fall down. He just gave me a blank look, and no one else seemed to notice the state of the place either. Even as people touched the walls, their hands went right through the paper, plaster, and aged boards like tissue. I kept seeing my feet going through the floor boards, even though I never really fell, and then my view would plummet through the floors down to layers and layers of basements full of more junk and dust and fallen beams and it just seemed to go on forever and ever.

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