First birds, then cats, what next?

Corbett | September 2, 2008 9:30 AM

I haven't posted a dream entry for a while, but the double header animal series from the past two nights seemed weird enough to warrant some text time.

Last night I was invited by a weatherman friend of mine to go to his house to check out his special yard. This was unusual because it was winter, and snowing at the time. I arrive at his house, and see a plush green grassy yard, while his neighbors' were covered in snow. I'm on my knees rubbing my hands in the grass, wondering how this happened, when a shadow appears behind me, and I turn around to see a seven foot tall black bird looking at me with his beady eyes. This was a bit freaky. He occasionally pecked around, which was frightening because of his sheer size. My friend walked out of his house to greet me, and saw my shock at standing face to face with a monster bird, and told me "Don't worry, he's mine. He lives in the back." Then he explained how his kids found an egg and hatched it, and the little birdie grew and grew and grew, and the neighbors didn't know.

Tonight I was revisited by every cat I've ever had as well as a several more I haven't seen before. I was living in a house somewhere in Taipei, and my wife and I in the morning would feed our cat. The next day there were two, and then the next day there were three, then four, then five...so we kept adopting them. They apparently lived in our basement, though I never went down there, and when I asked my wife who was changing the litter, neither of us knew, so we decided never to go into the basement. In the end we had about twelve or fifteen cats showing up every morning, each with a different personality. It turns out that I could mentally talk to the cats, and they told me that they were all homeless strays, and needed a place to stay, so dropped in on our house. The other people, they said, chased them out or tried to poison them, but we put food out and petted them, so we must be nice. A smaller gray one got excited while I was petting it and bit me, but I grabbed it's little face and shook it silly, so it never tried that again.

Category: Dreams

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JohnG

September 2, 2008 10:39 AM

The cat dream sounds like something out of Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore. Did you ever read that book?

J.

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corbett

September 2, 2008 11:06 PM

Great book. I also like Norwegian Wood, Dance Dance Dance, and A WIld Sheep Chase. I can relate to all his characters who sort of float through life.

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