My New Chimerical Kit

I used to keep a dream journal. At it’s peak I was recording 3-4 dreams per night in it. It has definitely fallen by the wayside, but occasionally I wake up and remember something of one of my nocturnal stories.

Yesterday I woke up and the only thing I wanted to do was find my cat. My fluffy, horribly groomed, Mac the Cat. And when I found him I secretly thought to myself that I didn’t care if he likes to poop next to the cat box, drag out litter and cover it up on the floor, I was just happy I could hug him and hear him purr.

Here was my dream from the other night:

We were on vacation at this really bizarre commune. There were little cottages that you could rent, but there were also permanent residents that lived in tents and little structures that looked like something out of Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and Sherwood Forest. The attraction of this commune as a vacation vista was that there was a live mystery role playing game. Think Myst meets Journey to Wild Divine. DH and I were there with some of our flyball friends.

We were in this big tavern looking place that had a huge fireplace. I think part of the game was for us to build a fire or something in the fireplace. I looked over my shoulder and Rebel, our Malinois, was in the fireplace… among the fire!! DH didn’t seem very concerned. We got him out of the fireplace and he looked OK, except there were these weird pinkish spots on his back. Kara said that she thought he’d been burned and she began to put salve on him and wrap him up.

About that time I realized that Solomon my cat was walking around outside (because suddenly we were outside). Without having seen what had happened previously, I had known that we brought the cats to the vacation with us and that the door to our cottage had blown open and he had walked outside. Some of the commune members thought he was cute and they were playing with him. They dressed him in a t-shirt. He didn’t seem to mind.

I returned to the cottage to meet our flyball friend Deb. I was telling her about Rebel and about Solomon and about how the door kept blowing open. She was going to stay in our cottage. I wasn’t worried she’d let the cats out because I knew she was mad when her roommate let her cats out. About that time the door blew open and out ran Mac, my other cat. I started to follow him, but Deb said he was just peeing in the yard out front. I knew that I could probably retrieve him easily because he always came when he was called. But when I went out to get him he was no where to be found. I started calling his name, screaming, “Mac!!!! Mac!!!!” over and over again. Nothing. He was no where to be found.

I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye so I called harder. There was something darting around in the shadows but whatever it was wasn’t interested in coming near me. I was starting to loose my voice and I was starting to get panicky. Then I saw what I was sure was my cat on a low hanging branch near the left side of the cottage. I ran over to it calling Mac’s name. When I got there I saw it was a kitten, and it looked completely scared that I was screaming like a lunatic. Mac was gone. I knew I wasn’t going to find him. It was pouring rain and I could hardly bear the thought of my fluffy cat out there.

In the back of my mind I heard DH saying, “At least we won’t have to pick cat poop up off the floor anymore.” And as enticing as that sounded it just sparked another bout of my screaming for my cat.

I heard DH (in real life) holler “ENOUGH!!” and I woke up, suddenly terribly embarrassed, thinking that I had really been hollering for Mac! As it turned out, he was hollering at the dog to quit whining and barking. I got up and there was Mac lying under the laundry hamper. I picked him up and was never so happy to hear him purr and feel his fuzzy fur tickle my nose.

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