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The House of Cats, A Dream.
Sep. 12th, 2010 02:04 pmRainy weekend.
I woke up from a very long dream to find Rose lounging on my torso. We stayed like that for an hour. Every so often she would lick my hands or face and nibble at my chin.
The dream involved a massive house that was similar to my late great-uncle Eli's house in Brooklyn: Four stories, each floor its own suite, with several bedrooms, closets and a bathroom. The main floor had the living room and the kitchen. The reclusive elderly man who owned the house in my dreams, whose name was Joseph, looked and sounded like the actor Richard Dreyfuss. He had a couple of younger relatives living in one of the upstairs suites. I would come visit him every week. Things began to change when a feral cat gave birth to a litter of kittens in his backyard. A bunch of us tamed the mother and helped raise the kittens inside the house. Adam and I moved in with our own cats and sold our townhouse. We took the second floor suite, which had dark yellow walls. The old man only charged us for the utilities we used. Adam was still working at his current job and I was still unemployed, but we had fewer expenses. I don't know where in the country the house was, but I believe it was in the DC suburbs, although I kept wondering if we were back in Brooklyn.
The dream gradually faded out as a neighbor woman and I were taking Joseph out to dinner, and several cats were getting underfoot.
I'm currently dealing with the aftereffects of a migraine. Rose seems to sense this. She has been either on top of me or at my side since I woke up.
I woke up from a very long dream to find Rose lounging on my torso. We stayed like that for an hour. Every so often she would lick my hands or face and nibble at my chin.
The dream involved a massive house that was similar to my late great-uncle Eli's house in Brooklyn: Four stories, each floor its own suite, with several bedrooms, closets and a bathroom. The main floor had the living room and the kitchen. The reclusive elderly man who owned the house in my dreams, whose name was Joseph, looked and sounded like the actor Richard Dreyfuss. He had a couple of younger relatives living in one of the upstairs suites. I would come visit him every week. Things began to change when a feral cat gave birth to a litter of kittens in his backyard. A bunch of us tamed the mother and helped raise the kittens inside the house. Adam and I moved in with our own cats and sold our townhouse. We took the second floor suite, which had dark yellow walls. The old man only charged us for the utilities we used. Adam was still working at his current job and I was still unemployed, but we had fewer expenses. I don't know where in the country the house was, but I believe it was in the DC suburbs, although I kept wondering if we were back in Brooklyn.
The dream gradually faded out as a neighbor woman and I were taking Joseph out to dinner, and several cats were getting underfoot.
I'm currently dealing with the aftereffects of a migraine. Rose seems to sense this. She has been either on top of me or at my side since I woke up.
