A Dream

Wow...I wrote this in the car today, and I've already forgotten it. It is amazing how fast dreams leave you, and why you should write the ones down that stick with you.

Here it is, in all it's boring detail as I remembered it this morning.

I had very strange dreams last night. I dreamed that I was all alone. I was living in San Francisco, and that I had taken over my ex-housemates room.

She didn’t know it, she was gone. I had a black kitten which I had hidden in that room. I went up and down these really long stairs to get to her to feed her, because of course, all black kittens are females.

There was another section of the dream. I was in this class/workshop.

Not sure what it was for, but it was some sort of religious class. Of course, I needed to avoid it. I walked by the door when the class was in session. I felt so guilty for not being there, but I didn’t want to be there.

I did have this loaf of bread, that I needed to store there, but felt I couldn’t go into the room.

So I eyed my friend, who I had worked with at the hospital, an she came out and said she would store it in her car until class was over.

I said OK.

I went back to the old house, and finally the ex-housemate came home.

I didn’t want to tell her I had taken over her room, or that there was a cat in there, so I just stayed quiet.

They had moved all the furniture around, including the layout of the house itself. The kitchen was completely different.

I don’t know how long I hung out with them, but finally I went to find my loaf of bread. When the class had broken up, the lady with my bread was gone. She left, and stole my bread.

I was totally heartbroken. All these people came rushing out of the room, but she wasn’t there.

The dream just kept spiralling at this point and I’m not sure what happened next, but I did wake up with a huge sense of loss.

Maybe it was leaving the campground we left today, I don’t know.

Peace,

OC