Cats in my Nightmare - (long and GW)

I can only guess the nightmare I had last night was a combination of recent
events - having travelled out of town for a week, Katrina and now Rita
represented by the water element, and lost or abandoned cats. This was a
doozy of a nightmare. It played out like a movie.

My boyfriend and I (for some reason it wasn't someone I know!) were staying
at an old motel way out in the middle of nowhere. The people who owned the
place had about 4 cats, one being an adorable seal point hoolikitten. And I
had Persia with me. Anyway, The first sign of things not being right was
when I picked my hairbrush up out of a puddle. Don't know why it was there,
you know how dreams are. It had this weird gunk in the bristles and when I
tried to pull it out it started foaming up and literally ate through the
brush handle. Of course I freaked. My boyfriend was as puzzled as I.

One day the swimming pool was empty. I went over to ask why and was told
"It's October". Oh, okay. There were actually two swimming pools, one
right next to the other. But the next time I walked past it it was not only
full of water but gushing over into the other pool. At this point it
overflowed the other pool and the water ran UP an incline behind the second
pool and sort of gelled there. Uh oh, this ain't right. This ain't right
at all! Meanwhile, people had gotten into the first pool and were swimming
around, splashing, playing. I was trying to tell them something was really
wrong but no one would listen.

Everyone who swam in the pool started to change once they got out. Some of
them just sort of got covered with that foamy stuff like on my hairbrush and
disintigrated. Others just collapsed. Those of us who didn't get in the
pool were okay, for now... if we didn't touch anyone who did.

Here's the gross part. Mice and birds started feeding on what was left.
Then the cats (not my Persia! who stayed in the room) started doing what
outdoor cats do, catching and eating the mice and birds. They didn't get
foamy or disintigrate, but they all got bony and thin like they were
starving. I was trying to feed them all kibble (I have no idea what
happened to the owners of the place) but no matter what I did they were just
wasting away before my eyes. And then Persia somehow went missing; all that
was there was her collar.

We were trying to think up a plan to get everyone away from there and inform
some authority of the very sci-fi things that were happening at this motel
(apparently no one had a cell phone - ha!). The pool was emptied but the
next day it started filling up again. This time there was stuff in the
water. Disposable razors, thumb tacks, debris, like that. And the water
was an odd shade of brown. And STILL some people jumped in the pool, as if
they couldn't even see it! These people didn't foam up or melt or whatever,
they just became *different*. They were trying to drag other people into
the pool. My boyfriend got pulled in. I saw his eyes glow bright yellow,
then as I screamed he reached up and pulled another woman in and they sank
to the bottom and never resurfaced.

All I remember of the end was trying to round up the poor, bony, pitiful
cats and try to find Persia and get the hell out of there. I never did find
Persia and I woke myself up calling out for her. Immense relief when I
realized she was curled up next to me on the bed. Man, that was one hell of
a nightmare.

Jill

OH no!!!!

Dat a vurry turrabal dreem! To have Preshus Persia to go Missing!

I not sleep fur a loong time if dat happen!!

Pleez give her pettins and skritchins from her Sweet Weebs, an tell her I
not efur havin dat kinda dreem!

Weebles


jmcquown wrote:
I can only guess the nightmare I had last night was a combination of
recent events - having travelled out of town for a week, Katrina and
now Rita represented by the water element, and lost or abandoned
cats. This was a doozy of a nightmare. It played out like a movie.

My boyfriend and I (for some reason it wasn't someone I know!) were
staying at an old motel way out in the middle of nowhere. The people
who owned the place had about 4 cats, one being an adorable seal
point hoolikitten. And I had Persia with me. Anyway, The first sign
of things not being right was when I picked my hairbrush up out of a
puddle. Don't know why it was there, you know how dreams are. It
had this weird gunk in the bristles and when I tried to pull it out
it started foaming up and literally ate through the brush handle. Of
course I freaked. My boyfriend was as puzzled as I.

One day the swimming pool was empty. I went over to ask why and was
told "It's October". Oh, okay. There were actually two swimming
pools, one right next to the other. But the next time I walked past
it it was not only full of water but gushing over into the other
pool. At this point it overflowed the other pool and the water ran
UP an incline behind the second pool and sort of gelled there. Uh
oh, this ain't right. This ain't right at all! Meanwhile, people
had gotten into the first pool and were swimming around, splashing,
playing. I was trying to tell them something was really wrong but no
one would listen.

Everyone who swam in the pool started to change once they got out.
Some of them just sort of got covered with that foamy stuff like on
my hairbrush and disintigrated. Others just collapsed. Those of us
who didn't get in the pool were okay, for now... if we didn't touch
anyone who did.

Here's the gross part. Mice and birds started feeding on what was
left. Then the cats (not my Persia! who stayed in the room) started
doing what outdoor cats do, catching and eating the mice and birds.
They didn't get foamy or disintigrate, but they all got bony and thin
like they were starving. I was trying to feed them all kibble (I
have no idea what happened to the owners of the place) but no matter
what I did they were just wasting away before my eyes. And then
Persia somehow went missing; all that was there was her collar.

We were trying to think up a plan to get everyone away from there and
inform some authority of the very sci-fi things that were happening
at this motel (apparently no one had a cell phone - ha!). The pool
was emptied but the next day it started filling up again. This time
there was stuff in the water. Disposable razors, thumb tacks,
debris, like that. And the water was an odd shade of brown. And
STILL some people jumped in the pool, as if they couldn't even see
it! These people didn't foam up or melt or whatever, they just
became *different*. They were trying to drag other people into the
pool. My boyfriend got pulled in. I saw his eyes glow bright
yellow, then as I screamed he reached up and pulled another woman in
and they sank to the bottom and never resurfaced.

All I remember of the end was trying to round up the poor, bony,
pitiful cats and try to find Persia and get the hell out of there. I
never did find Persia and I woke myself up calling out for her.
Immense relief when I realized she was curled up next to me on the
bed. Man, that was one hell of a nightmare.

Jill

If that dream was a symbolic vision of the future, we're all in deep
trouble....

I think you and I ought to compare our nightmares privately. I have very
similar ones.

Tweed



"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
I can only guess the nightmare I had last night was a combination of recent
events - having travelled out of town for a week, Katrina and now Rita
represented by the water element, and lost or abandoned cats. This was a
doozy of a nightmare. It played out like a movie.

My boyfriend and I (for some reason it wasn't someone I know!) were
staying
at an old motel way out in the middle of nowhere. The people who owned
the
place had about 4 cats, one being an adorable seal point hoolikitten. And
I
had Persia with me. Anyway, The first sign of things not being right was
when I picked my hairbrush up out of a puddle. Don't know why it was
there,
you know how dreams are. It had this weird gunk in the bristles and when
I
tried to pull it out it started foaming up and literally ate through the
brush handle. Of course I freaked. My boyfriend was as puzzled as I.

One day the swimming pool was empty. I went over to ask why and was told
"It's October". Oh, okay. There were actually two swimming pools, one
right next to the other. But the next time I walked past it it was not
only
full of water but gushing over into the other pool. At this point it
overflowed the other pool and the water ran UP an incline behind the
second
pool and sort of gelled there. Uh oh, this ain't right. This ain't right
at all! Meanwhile, people had gotten into the first pool and were
swimming
around, splashing, playing. I was trying to tell them something was
really
wrong but no one would listen.

Everyone who swam in the pool started to change once they got out. Some
of
them just sort of got covered with that foamy stuff like on my hairbrush
and
disintigrated. Others just collapsed. Those of us who didn't get in the
pool were okay, for now... if we didn't touch anyone who did.

Here's the gross part. Mice and birds started feeding on what was left.
Then the cats (not my Persia! who stayed in the room) started doing what
outdoor cats do, catching and eating the mice and birds. They didn't get
foamy or disintigrate, but they all got bony and thin like they were
starving. I was trying to feed them all kibble (I have no idea what
happened to the owners of the place) but no matter what I did they were
just
wasting away before my eyes. And then Persia somehow went missing; all
that
was there was her collar.

We were trying to think up a plan to get everyone away from there and
inform
some authority of the very sci-fi things that were happening at this motel
(apparently no one had a cell phone - ha!). The pool was emptied but the
next day it started filling up again. This time there was stuff in the
water. Disposable razors, thumb tacks, debris, like that. And the water
was an odd shade of brown. And STILL some people jumped in the pool, as
if
they couldn't even see it! These people didn't foam up or melt or
whatever,
they just became *different*. They were trying to drag other people into
the pool. My boyfriend got pulled in. I saw his eyes glow bright yellow,
then as I screamed he reached up and pulled another woman in and they sank
to the bottom and never resurfaced.

All I remember of the end was trying to round up the poor, bony, pitiful
cats and try to find Persia and get the hell out of there. I never did
find
Persia and I woke myself up calling out for her. Immense relief when I
realized she was curled up next to me on the bed. Man, that was one hell
of
a nightmare.

Jill

Top-posting because I was too chicken to read it right now after all the
Katrina trauma. But I wanted to send purrs that your mind settles down and
you'll get some peaceful sleep with good dreams tonight.

Hugs,

CatNipped

"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
I can only guess the nightmare I had last night was a combination of
recent
events - having travelled out of town for a week, Katrina and now Rita
represented by the water element, and lost or abandoned cats. This was a
doozy of a nightmare. It played out like a movie.

My boyfriend and I (for some reason it wasn't someone I know!) were
staying
at an old motel way out in the middle of nowhere. The people who owned
the
place had about 4 cats, one being an adorable seal point hoolikitten. And
I
had Persia with me. Anyway, The first sign of things not being right was
when I picked my hairbrush up out of a puddle. Don't know why it was
there,
you know how dreams are. It had this weird gunk in the bristles and when
I
tried to pull it out it started foaming up and literally ate through the
brush handle. Of course I freaked. My boyfriend was as puzzled as I.

One day the swimming pool was empty. I went over to ask why and was told
"It's October". Oh, okay. There were actually two swimming pools, one
right next to the other. But the next time I walked past it it was not
only
full of water but gushing over into the other pool. At this point it
overflowed the other pool and the water ran UP an incline behind the
second
pool and sort of gelled there. Uh oh, this ain't right. This ain't right
at all! Meanwhile, people had gotten into the first pool and were
swimming
around, splashing, playing. I was trying to tell them something was
really
wrong but no one would listen.

Everyone who swam in the pool started to change once they got out. Some
of
them just sort of got covered with that foamy stuff like on my hairbrush
and
disintigrated. Others just collapsed. Those of us who didn't get in the
pool were okay, for now... if we didn't touch anyone who did.

Here's the gross part. Mice and birds started feeding on what was left.
Then the cats (not my Persia! who stayed in the room) started doing what
outdoor cats do, catching and eating the mice and birds. They didn't get
foamy or disintigrate, but they all got bony and thin like they were
starving. I was trying to feed them all kibble (I have no idea what
happened to the owners of the place) but no matter what I did they were
just
wasting away before my eyes. And then Persia somehow went missing; all
that
was there was her collar.

We were trying to think up a plan to get everyone away from there and
inform
some authority of the very sci-fi things that were happening at this motel
(apparently no one had a cell phone - ha!). The pool was emptied but the
next day it started filling up again. This time there was stuff in the
water. Disposable razors, thumb tacks, debris, like that. And the water
was an odd shade of brown. And STILL some people jumped in the pool, as
if
they couldn't even see it! These people didn't foam up or melt or
whatever,
they just became *different*. They were trying to drag other people into
the pool. My boyfriend got pulled in. I saw his eyes glow bright yellow,
then as I screamed he reached up and pulled another woman in and they sank
to the bottom and never resurfaced.

All I remember of the end was trying to round up the poor, bony, pitiful
cats and try to find Persia and get the hell out of there. I never did
find
Persia and I woke myself up calling out for her. Immense relief when I
realized she was curled up next to me on the bed. Man, that was one hell
of
a nightmare.

Jill

On Sat, 24 Sep 2005 10:18:58 -0500, jmcquown wrote:

I can only guess the nightmare I had last night was a combination of
recent events - having travelled out of town for a week, Katrina and now
Rita represented by the water element, and lost or abandoned cats. This
was a doozy of a nightmare. It played out like a movie.

My boyfriend and I (for some reason it wasn't someone I know!) were
staying at an old motel way out in the middle of nowhere. The people who
owned the place had about 4 cats, one being an adorable seal point
hoolikitten. And I had Persia with me. Anyway, The first sign of things
not being right was when I picked my hairbrush up out of a puddle. Don't
know why it was there, you know how dreams are. It had this weird gunk in
the bristles and when I tried to pull it out it started foaming up and
literally ate through the brush handle. Of course I freaked. My
boyfriend was as puzzled as I.

One day the swimming pool was empty. I went over to ask why and was told
"It's October". Oh, okay. There were actually two swimming pools, one
right next to the other. But the next time I walked past it it was not
only full of water but gushing over into the other pool. At this point it
overflowed the other pool and the water ran UP an incline behind the
second pool and sort of gelled there. Uh oh, this ain't right. This
ain't right at all! Meanwhile, people had gotten into the first pool and
were swimming around, splashing, playing. I was trying to tell them
something was really wrong but no one would listen.

Everyone who swam in the pool started to change once they got out. Some
of them just sort of got covered with that foamy stuff like on my
hairbrush and disintigrated. Others just collapsed. Those of us who
didn't get in the pool were okay, for now... if we didn't touch anyone who
did.

Here's the gross part. Mice and birds started feeding on what was left.
Then the cats (not my Persia! who stayed in the room) started doing what
outdoor cats do, catching and eating the mice and birds. They didn't get
foamy or disintigrate, but they all got bony and thin like they were
starving. I was trying to feed them all kibble (I have no idea what
happened to the owners of the place) but no matter what I did they were
just wasting away before my eyes. And then Persia somehow went missing;
all that was there was her collar.

We were trying to think up a plan to get everyone away from there and
inform some authority of the very sci-fi things that were happening at
this motel (apparently no one had a cell phone - ha!). The pool was
emptied but the next day it started filling up again. This time there was
stuff in the water. Disposable razors, thumb tacks, debris, like that.
And the water was an odd shade of brown. And STILL some people jumped in
the pool, as if they couldn't even see it! These people didn't foam up or
melt or whatever, they just became *different*. They were trying to drag
other people into the pool. My boyfriend got pulled in. I saw his eyes
glow bright yellow, then as I screamed he reached up and pulled another
woman in and they sank to the bottom and never resurfaced.

All I remember of the end was trying to round up the poor, bony, pitiful
cats and try to find Persia and get the hell out of there. I never did
find Persia and I woke myself up calling out for her. Immense relief when
I realized she was curled up next to me on the bed. Man, that was one
hell of a nightmare.

Jill


I am amazed that you can remember the details of your dream. I dream a
lot, but when I try to remember a dream i get only fragments. The harder
I try to remember, the faster the dream leaves my memory. MLB

jmcquown wrote:

All I remember of the end was trying to round up the poor, bony, pitiful
cats and try to find Persia and get the hell out of there. I never did find
Persia and I woke myself up calling out for her. Immense relief when I
realized she was curled up next to me on the bed. Man, that was one hell of
a nightmare.

What a horrible dream. I hope it got the anxiety of recent events out of
your system and you will sleep peacefully again. I had a terrible dream
about Miranda last night. For some reason, I had to have her locked up
in a separate room (I was living in a big mansion) up in an attic. I
went to see her, and she was shaking, she was so terrified of something.
I don't remember much else of the dream, and have no idea why I'd had to
lock her up, I just remember I felt horrible about it. Miranda's had a
*lot* of pettins and skritchins this morning!

--
Marina, Frank, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Nikki.
marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

"mlbriggs" wrote

I am amazed that you can remember the details of your dream. I dream a
lot, but when I try to remember a dream i get only fragments. The harder
I try to remember, the faster the dream leaves my memory. MLB

A small pouch containing a Herkimer diamond and Rhodochrosite under your
pillow will help you remember dreams.

Pat wrote:
"mlbriggs" wrote

I am amazed that you can remember the details of your dream. I
dream a lot, but when I try to remember a dream i get only
fragments. The harder I try to remember, the faster the dream
leaves my memory. MLB

A small pouch containing a Herkimer diamond and Rhodochrosite under
your pillow will help you remember dreams.

I don't know about the pouch thing, but I often have very vivid dreams
(although not like this one!) and I often remember most, if not all,
details. I also dream in colour. Lots of people tell me they don't know if
they do or not.

Jill

mlbriggs wrote:
On Sat, 24 Sep 2005 10:18:58 -0500, jmcquown wrote:

I can only guess the nightmare I had last night was a combination of
recent events - having travelled out of town for a week, Katrina and
now Rita represented by the water element, and lost or abandoned
cats. This was a doozy of a nightmare. It played out like a movie.


I am amazed that you can remember the details of your dream. I dream
a lot, but when I try to remember a dream i get only fragments. The
harder
I try to remember, the faster the dream leaves my memory. MLB

I usually do remember a lot of details, particularly with something vividly
nightmarish like this. I also have a tendency to wake up and try to shake
off the dream but when I fall back asleep I find myself right back in the
same dream again. It's almost like I'm watching a film that I've paused and
then turned back on again. With one as disturbing as this, that can be very
annoying.

Jill