Re: Whoa....


"Pat" <pdavis@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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This morning I had the strangest dream of my life to date. It was mostly
about animals, and cats in particular.

As the curtain opens, I find a baby bird, mostly white in the upper body
and head, with greyish-brown on the wings, tail and legs, and it has a
bird-of-prey type of beak.

In an effort to identify and help this bird, I take it to a neighbor named
John, who is known throughout the area as being knowledgeable about birds.

You like animals/birds in real life. This is you (even in a dream) trying
to help one.

And for some inexplicable reason, I take four of the cats along: Abelard,
Tommy, Billy and Eli (all the boys).

It's interesting that you take the *boys* along. This could mean you felt
afraid and you expected males to protect you.


first knock, it falls
open, and I see John laying on the floor examining a birdhouse that he is
building.

His house is FILLED with birds, cats and a few dogs. There appear to be
more cats than birds. I show him the baby bird. He takes it from me, looks
at it and sets it on the floor, and it goes running off under a chair. We
have some light conversation about it. I tell him I think it's probably a
buzzard - even though it looks so much like an owl, I stick with this
idea, and he agrees, it is probably a buzzard. Then I start worrying that
it will harm the other birds and maybe some of the cats, and feeling bad
about bringing it over there.

Somehow the man senses that I like cats (maybe because I have brought four
of them with me) and starts showing me some of his favorite kittens. Many
of them look like Big Cats in miniature form. I am particularly enthralled
by two bright orange ones with black stripes. They are just a little bit
larger than regular kittens of their age, but he says they are baby
tigers.

After quite some time of hearing about his different cats and looking at
them, meanwhile trying to keep an eye on the baby buzzard-owl, and seeing
all sorts of other birds all over the house, none of which are caged.

John is also cooking supper and asks me if I would like to join him. Just
then I noticed a small tuxedo kitten chasing a blue bird (not a jay, not a
bluebird) and run to rescue the bird, but I am too late. The kitten has
let the bird go, and it is alive, but badly injured. I pick it up gently
and give it to John, who tosses it into a pot of hot broth and adds some
spices, then dips out a cup to offer me.

This might be a result of being "financially challenged" and needing to get
a meal out of anything. Not that you would eat a bird thrown into broth,
it's just the way our unconscious mind works while we are asleep.




By now I am worried about *my* cats, who have been set free in John's
house.

Are you worried about them in their new house in any way? Like not being
able to go out like they were used to?

Up to this point they have been distracted by the newness of the
surroundings and all the other cats, but they were going to start noticing
the birds and I didn't want to be responsible for any more of his
beautiful birds getting injured or killed, so I decided to gather up the
boycats and go home, change my clothes and return to John's for supper.

You needed your kitties as support to face a new situation. ( your boy
kitties standing in for a strong person to help you) You went home perhaps
to protect your cats by taking them back, though you planned to go back
without them. Which suggests that you are looking for a partner.

And I was just in time to stop Billy from breaking out of the gate.
Abelard had already done so. Tommy and Eli were still in the house but I
was sure they would soon discover how easily they could open the door,
too.

This is where you are torn between your cats and what was happening. You are
afraid that it might be "one or the other" Get a partner, lose my cats.

I got Billy into a carrier, then went after Abelard, who had run down a
path into the forest next to the house. Fifty feet down this path I was
accosted by a family of hoofed animals the size of wild boars which were
in fact miniature rhinoceri. They were blood red in color! They chased me
back to the house, where I caught the rest of "my" cats and prepared to
leave.

It was enough that they were scary and chased you back. This is your
conscience telling you to put your cats before yourself.

As I was telling John of my plan, he suddenly became very amorous and
encouraged me to hurry back. I was feeling quite attracted to him.... But
as I left, a woman arrived and introduced herself as his girlfriend!

That's because (in your unconscious) you know the cats come first. Even my
own dreams won't let me do what's not right which can be pretty annoying at
times, let me tell you :-) <censored>

HTH
Tweed



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