Dreams
Kalilily wants to know what my dreams are like. Dreams in the sense of “hallucinations during sleep,” not in the sense of aspirations.
Uh, I seem to recall something from last night about two kittens (one black, one orange-striped) and a fenced back yard with a gate. I think I let the kittens out the gate, but I’m not sure. No idea why I was there, don’t recognize the place or the kittens. If you can find cosmic significance in that, let me know.
I don’t make an effort to remember my dreams. I’m content to let them do whatever it is they do for me in peace, on the presumption that they know how to do it better than I do.
You really want to play with dreams, ask my husband. He’ll bend your ear until it breaks. I finally had to tell him to cut out the quarter-hour-long recitations, as I couldn’t manage to sustain interest in something I found essentially trivial. He took it in good part, and doesn’t bug me any more unless he’s had a nightmare.
Speaking of Dream, though… he met me at the door last night and demanded petting immediately (“what do you have to take off your coat for? pet me now!”). He bullied his sister unmercifully, played with his catnip pillow from the vet, slept briefly on my lap, and generally acted his normal self. The vet emailed us to say that his urinalysis results were negative for infection. Seems he’s going to be fine.