My Dream Life

December 17, 2017
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Do you remember your dreams?  Sometimes I do.  Last night I dreamed I was outside walking in the moonlight looking for something to eat.  The warm summer breeze felt good on my fur and it smelled like things growing and blooming – and also a little like garbage here and there, which I considered a good thing when I lived outside.  Still don’t mind it.

Anyway, in my dream, I walked up to the house where I live now to look for food where mom used to leave it under the front stairs.  Mom wasn’t my mom then; she was just one of the humans who put out for the homeless cats on our block. She and I used to talk once in a while, but I never let her pet me; it’s hard to imagine that now.

In my dream, as I walked around the outside of the house looking for food I could smell that there were cats inside of it.  In my dream I thought, “Hmm, I wonder what it’s like for the cats inside this house.”

And then the sudden sound of a siren going by woke me up and I found myself lying on the couch in a blanket mom put there for me (I know it’s mine because she told me it is), and for a split second I thought “Oh, no – I’m inside!” because I was still a little in my dream and I was scared not to be outside where it was familiar, but then I remembered where I was and I relaxed.  I took a deep breath and sank back into my delicious blanket and went back to sleep.  Funny. I wonder if that dream ever actually happened in my real life outside.  I don’t remember.  Oh well.  I know what it’s like inside this house now, and it’s a dream! ;>)


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