I've been having memorable dreams since my first night with Stage 3. Last night I dreamt that my dad and I were moving back into the condo we left (to move into a house) over a decade ago. In the dream I was overwhelmed by warm feelings of being back there. Now in most dreams familiar locations are skewed from their counterparts in reality. With few exceptions, the condo in my dream was almost entirely different in terms of layout and decor from the real one. But as far as I was concerned in the dream, it WAS the real thing. Funny how we can completely engineer familiarity in dreams. Anyways I toured the condo and visited my old bedroom. I was interested in the closet for some reason. There was an awkwardly long and oddly shaped desk in the middle of the room. I knew it was old and was excited to see it. In reality, I never had a desk in that room. So I end up back in the foyer and what I think was a cat darts out of the kitchen towards me and scratches me. It actually latches onto my forearm with its claws and I'm asking for help to get the damn thing off. I vividly remember the pain. Eventually I do and it runs away.
That's all I remember. For what it's worth, my dad and I have a dog that we love dearly and we both don't like or trust cats.
Change must be taking place. Your thoughts are welcome.
That's all I remember. For what it's worth, my dad and I have a dog that we love dearly and we both don't like or trust cats.
Change must be taking place. Your thoughts are welcome.
