Monday, December 19, 2016

Living in Dream-time

What strange things are dreams. The jumble of thoughts that bounce around our heads, on the surface of our ruminations and beneath, they are the random attempts of a brain to make sense of things when it is least capable of doing so. And they can be a lot of fun, too.


My cats figure much less prominently in my dreams than one would think. I’ve written of this before, and put the blame for this rarity of subconscious felinity on the fact that the beasts occupy most of my waking thoughts, so they need not occupy the sleeping ones, as well. This past weekend, however, did see the cats put in an appearance in my private Morphean theatre.


The scene was set in my apartment, and I was looking into the kitchen. The four cats were there, also peering into the kitchen, but from black and chrome chairs, where they were sitting in comfort. I therefore observed them from behind. I could also see into the kitchen, where I had placed a large slab of meat to thaw on a platter on the counter. I would not do this in my waking life, for obvious reasons. This big piece of meat, probably a pork roast, had been eaten whole by one of the cats. All that was left was a remnant on the plate; not chewed or bitten, it resembled a miniature roast, about two inches long. But in the dream, it was clear a cat had eaten the rest.


He or she had also thrown it up, also whole, thus not only ruining many portions of food that could have come from the roast for me, but ruining it for whomever had attempted to eat it, too. This detritus of the stomach was what was commanding everyone’s attention, until…Tungsten strode from where she must have been sitting in front of the others, and walked away from the scene. I recall thinking that this may have been a sign of a guilty conscience on the part of she who had eaten my roast. But then I realised that the orange one, as top-cat, had never been possessed of a guilty conscience. Whatever she had done was done from her right and proper position. No, she was walking away simply because she was bored with the whole thing.


Then I woke up.

8 comments:

  1. Interesting dream! Did you mind seeing Tungsten in it?

    Like you, my dreams seldom feature the cats, but most of the dreams with Chum and/or Annie have had me knowing (in the dream) that they've died but come back to life, and me (again, in the dream) waiting for them to die once more.

    Those dreams always leave me feeling quite unsettled and upset when I wake.

    So I can make do just fine without kitty dreams!

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    1. This is only the second, perhaps third, time Tungsten has appeared in my dreams. The first time, I knew in the dream that she had died, and was happy to see her again. This time, her death wasn't a thought. Since I rarely, if ever, realise my dreams are dreams, Tungsten's appearance is as accepted as anything else.

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  2. MY kitty dreams are never good ones. They are fears acted out as in once, I dreamed the Admiral had gone out onto my deck...which is very high off the ground in back of the house because I live on a slanted lot. Then the worst happened. She leapt off the deck & into the woods that are my back property. Very thick and extremely tall trees. Oak, maple, poplar and hickory. I was standing there trying to see where she went so I could start down into the thick woods to rescue her. BUT I did not have my glasses on. I knew if I went in the house to get them I would never see where she was. By that time she was almost out of sight anyway, so I woke with a very unpleasant dream to remember always!

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    1. That would indeed be a frightening dream, certainly my worst fear.

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  3. you have got to love a dream. I went gem shopping in NYC the other night.. with the statue of liberty very visible to us as we were walking down a canyon of tall buildings..

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  4. The dreams we have can be a puzzle to us. I occasionally dream of the cats who came before. One recurring dream is where I am walking through fields with recently lost loved ones and also cats from many years ago. The fields are not our fields where I used to walk with Eric and Flynn but some that I do not recognise. It is a peaceful and calming dream.

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  5. A very odd dream. I'm not certain I've ever had the cats visit me in a dream. That you had a chance to see Tungsten whole and healthy, seems to me to be a blessing.

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