There were a few small dreams last night, which I could have kept if I cared enough about them to jot down a few notes at the time. However, there is one that stuck to my memory. The weather is looking iffy. I have the cats indoors, but Pop decides to step out back and he lets one of the cats go, one of the grey ones. I moan and waste my breath in lamentation, but Pop only smirks in self-satisfaction over my grief. When I walk back to the living room, I see what looks like the two grey cats, Ash and Sammy. How can that be? One of them surely just went outside. Upon closer inspection, I see that it is a different cat. It is kind of pretty, being predominantly white, though it has a few dark stripes running along each side of it. When I get down on the floor to look more closely at this zebra-ish cat, I cautiously move to pet it, and although I do not succeed, I get the distinct impression that this is a socialized cat.
Trying to discern some meaning, or the source, for this dream, the one thing that comes to mind is that I do suffer some anxiety at night when I let the cats in the house to get some food, because I often do not feel very confident, in the darkness, that the little animal that wants to come inside is one of my cats. Aside from possibly being a stray cat, for all I know, it could be a possum, or even a raccoon. I mainly put my trust in the idea that a wild animal would be too shy and risk-averse to come to the door and face me like that.
Trying to discern some meaning, or the source, for this dream, the one thing that comes to mind is that I do suffer some anxiety at night when I let the cats in the house to get some food, because I often do not feel very confident, in the darkness, that the little animal that wants to come inside is one of my cats. Aside from possibly being a stray cat, for all I know, it could be a possum, or even a raccoon. I mainly put my trust in the idea that a wild animal would be too shy and risk-averse to come to the door and face me like that.