Last night, I dreamt there was a robin flying around the dining room. It perched on our chandelier and stared down at us. Doc wanted to catch it. No one else seemed to notice, except for me.
All I remember about last night’s dream is that I was sitting on the living room couch and there were hundreds of cats sitting in the room, all staring up at me with worshipful reverence.
Last Night, I dreamt that my cat ran into my bedroom and started sharpening his claws on the carpet, making a huge mess. I yelled at him about it and he ran out of the room. It was pretty much the most realistic dream I’ve ever had.
Last night, I dreamt that I was standing out in my front yard. I was wearing a black cocktail dress. My Dad and my Aunt were standing beside me. I realized that my car was not parked in the driveway.
“Where’s my car?” I asked.
“It’s been towed for the weekend,” my Dad told me.
“What?” I said.
My aunt said, “The mechanic said it was a piece of junk.” I started to protest but my aunt cut me off. “I know it looked alright but it was a piece of junk.”
As my aunt was talking, a two truck drove down the street, dragging my car behind it.
Angry, I turned to my aunt and my father. “You had no right to let them take my car!” I shouted.
Neither said anything so I kept yelling at them about how unfair it was to take away my car. While I was shouting, I saw there were several people standing in the doorway of my house, staring at me and smirking.
“Stop it, Lisa,” my aunt finally said, “All those people are going to laugh at you.”
Suddenly, I noticed that my cat was running around in the front yard.
“How did he get out!?” I yelled.
No one answered.
“Well, help me out!” I shouted at them.
And that’s when I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I stepped out in the backyard and there were hundreds of cats hanging out back there. I had no idea where they had come from but they were all out there and none of them looked like they ever had an intention of moving.
Last night, I dreamt that I came home from a drive and, when I stepped through the front door and into the living room, all of the furniture was gone.
As I stood there staring at the empty room, I felt my cat, Doc, rubbing around my ankles. I look down at Doc and I said, “Doc, we’ve been robbed!”
Doc stopped rubbing his head against my ankle and looked out at the empty room.
“Who did this!?” I said.
The cat just looked up at me.
And then I woke up.
Advanced warning: This isn’t much of a dream.
Last night, I dreamed that I turned on the television in the living room and all I got was static. So, I called Uverse and complained and they sent out someone to fix it. Unfortunately, when he rang the doorbell and I opened the door to let him out, Doc ran outside. (Doc’s my cat.) I told the cable man, “You fix the TV. I’ll get the cat.”
I went outside and I saw Doc sitting behind the front bushes. Knowing that I would have to actually pick him up and carry him into the house, I got behind the bushes and I started to slowly make my way towards him. Unfortunately, I was barefoot at the time and I kept stepping on rocks and sticks and I wanted to get mad but I knew I couldn’t because I had to get Doc.
Finally, I reached Doc and grabbed him. He didn’t struggle at all and he allowed me to carry him back into the house with one complaining meow. (That’s how I know this was a dream.) I stepped into the living room and I saw that the cable guy was behind the TV and he was holding up a bunch of wires.
“Can you fix it?” I asked him.
And that’s when I woke up.
What was that? Oh, this dream wasn’t that interesting? Well, they can’t all be interesting. Sorry. Sometimes, my dreams are epic journeys into a symbolic wonder land and sometimes, they’re just like my everyday life. Let’s just be happy that I was able to get the cat to come inside, okay?
(Though some may be tempted to give me one, I’m not looking for an interpretation of this dream because 1) I’m getting over a cold and this dream was largely a result of me being sick and 2) I already know what this dream is about.)
Last night, I dreamt that I was in a gigantic mansion that was still decorated for Christmas. I knew that I only had one night in which to take down all of the Christmas decorations but I also knew that, after I finally managed to get them all down, I would also have to figure out a place to store them all. The mansion had a basement but, because there weren’t any lights in there, I didn’t particularly feel like going down there. Fortunately, there was also a fairly large tool shed in the mansion’s backyard so I figured that I’d just put the decorations out there.
So, I started taking down all of the Christmas decorations and this quickly turned out to be a much bigger task than I had anticipated because it turned out that the mansion had hundreds of rooms and every room had been fully decorated. Whenever I walk up one flight of stairs, convinced that I had finally reached the top floor, I would discover that there was actually another floor above me and that floor, of course, contained a hundred new rooms that had to be cleaned. It was a never-ending house.
Still, I diligently went from room to room, pulling down wreathes and mistletoe and Christmas tree ornaments and pictures of Santa Claus. It was long and exhausting work and there were several times that I got frustrated and was tempted to just leave but then I would tell myself, “No, I made a commitment to clean this place up.”
Anyway, I had just finished up taking down all the decorations in a gigantic sitting room when I suddenly heard what sounded like hundreds of cats meowing outside. I ran over to a window and looked out the back yard and I saw that there were indeed a hundred cats in the back yard. They had shown up out of nowhere and now, they didn’t appear as if they were planning on leaving any time soon.
Looking at them, I realized that they all looked similar, except some of them were a little bit fiercer or a little bit more passive than the others. That’s when I realized that, somewhere, a portal had opened and all these cats had crossed from their own alternate time lines.
“What am I going to do about that?” I said, with a sigh.
And that’s when I woke up!
Last night, I dreamed that I was standing in our backyard and trying to get our cat, Doc, to come down from the tree. Every time I said, “Come here, Doc! C’mon, kitty!,” Doc would just climb up higher in the tree and then stare down at me.
Without a doubt, this is the most true-to-life dream that I’ve had in a while.
It took me a while to calm down after last night’s clown nightmare. When I did finally manage to fall back asleep, I immediately had another dream. Fortunately, this one didn’t involve clowns.
Instead, in this dream, I was in the living room and I watching two leopard cubs play with each other. They were playing just like little kittens. They chased each other around the room. They climbed the furniture. They had several little mock fights. They were adorable!
I was sitting on the couch watching them and thinking about how cute they were. Suddenly, in my dream, I realized that none of this made any sense. Regardless of how cute they were at that moment, they were eventually going to grow up.
“Oh my God,” I said as they continued to run around the living room, “how am I going to raise two leopards?”
And that’s when I woke up.