This is being written up without thorough editing as we are expecting a delivery in which we must move our cars. I am legally deaf. So, I must frequently look out the windows. As a result, my focus isn’t completely on this writing effort.
I can have dreams and nightmares that are very odd and vivid. Thank goodness they are few and far between. I am going to write about the latest dream I had a few nights ago. I had trouble falling asleep. I finally fell asleep and woke up around 4:00am. I had difficulty falling asleep again. I was restless, snuggled up to my husband, and eventually fell asleep.
We (Dan and I) were in a room in a seemingly black-and-white world with tinges of color. I was on an ugly chair and soon noticed water up to the cushion seat. It was flooding. I watched it flow from left to right noticing some oily slick spots.
Somehow, we ended up landing on a high bed – the type you need a step stool for. That’s when I noticed the mattress was squishy. The water had risen. I suddenly realized our cat was missing.
The scene shifted slightly. The water was gone, and we were looking for our cat. We were calling out for Sadie and looking in all the places a cat could be. I suddenly noticed a door open slightly with brilliant light flooding in and two young toddlers, a girl, and a boy, escaping. The girl slipped out first, but the other hit the edge of the door and stumbled back. I saw Dan reach out to the boy to take care of him. My mind knew the cat could have slipped outside. So, I went out the door.
The scene shifted to a vibrant lush backyard garden-like atmosphere. The greenery was green as it could be. The flowers were vivid. A Serval with large fangs was strolling up a path toward me. A fence to the left of it marked the boundary of a garden spot. A cat’s head popped out of some brush. I was thankful the fencing was in between the Serval and her.
The cat recognized me and immediately headed toward me. I panicked due to the presence of the wild cat. I calmly but quickly approached the Serval. I gently picked it up to turn it around and encouraged it to go back the way it came. In the meantime, the cat reached me on the left. I reached down to grab it by the scruff of the neck while watching the Serval. I cradled her in my arms.
The scene changed to being back inside the black-and-white place. I put the cat down on the floor. I noticed it was a light orange cat with darker brownish legs. The legs seemed out of place with the cat’s body. They were beefier, with the muscles profound, while the rest of the cat’s body was sleek and lean. It walked like a bionic robot dog.
I suddenly woke up and thought the whole dream was rather strange and senseless.
The name of the cat was odd as our current cat’s name is Abby Gail. Sadie was the name of an old street dog we took care of for almost a year before she passed away. Our real-life cat looked nothing like the dream cat. In fact, none of my cats had the markings or the coloring of the dream cat. I also thought the cat’s body with different legs and the way it walked was rather odd.
And the Serval, for me to pick up and guide that wild cat safely? Um, no. Not going to happen in real life.
The whole switching from black-and-white to color and back within the dream was… I don’t think I ever had a dream (that I remember) do this before.