After this post, I'm gonna kick myself out of the depression mode I've been in on this blog.
I had this dream. It plagued me 3 times in one night. Each time I woke up I was crying. All I recall now as that I remember in the dream was I was crying over the loss of a black and white cat. No matter how many times I would go back to sleep, I'd awake to the same dream and I woke up sobbing like a little girl. I never told anyone about it. I was ashamed that I would wake up crying. I would awaken each time and frantically search my bed for Bey. Then I'd find him, pat him on the head and fall back to sleep. Then it would happen again and again. All in one night.
Shortly after Christmas, Webkittyn found the lump on Claude. I never correlated the two. She cut her holiday vacation at her parents off early for that, came home and we made vet appointments. The odd part was...
...the dream night happened sometime mid December.
Back in 2000 I began to have dreams about ice and snow and walking over great distances to get where I was going. I liked the way I felt in these dreams.
In 2001 I moved to Alaska and stayed there four years!
I love dreaming. Not because the news are always happy -- they aren't. But because I think it's fantastic to be able to "predict" life (or however you want to explain it) by having these visions at night.
I am sorry about Claude. I've lost a number of cats, most of whom have been rescuees of one kind or another. Even though it's sad to have a cat die, remembering how adorable and unique each was makes me happy.
Supplicated by: fuba_r at March 9, 2006 05:19 PM