hordes of cats
Usually, I have no trouble remembering my dreams. For years I kept a journal, a blog most recently (you’re looking at it). Since moving to Texas, I seem to have hit a bit of a dreaming lull.
I couldn’t abide by this, the world around me begs for an escape, and my dreamless nights offered me none. I started asking my brain to unlock itself, to show me what had been keeping so quiet in there. It worked.
Now I’m remembering dreams quite regularly. Funny thing is, there seems to be a common thread. Starting with the dream “I didn’t mean to come here” I have been inundated with feline presence. Every single night, I am visited by cats. All kinds and sizes. I walk into a room full of half-starved and dying cats. I find a palm sized adult cat that I keep in a tiny tube in my pocket. I am greeted by a strange cat in a friends home. I am given a helpless kitten to care for. They just keep coming.
Several days ago, in the midst of this bizarreness, I was sitting on my back porch, reading some articles on In5D and I found one about spirit animals. Wouldn’t it be nice, I thought, if my spirit animal would come visit me today? As I was sitting there, I notice the neighbor’s beautiful, but rather skittish tortoise shell kitty lurking beyond the fence as she normally does. So I asked her over.
To my great surprise, without wasting a moment, she jumped the fence and walked straight up to me. She has never paid a bit of attention to us before. She slowly, nervously put her face to my hand, and promptly made herself at home in my lap, for over an hour. When she was done getting mauled, she decided to sit on the other chair, bathe herself, and settle in for a nap.
Listen to your dreams. They are not meaningless random firings of the neurons. They can teach you what you need to know, if you want to know it.
