Dream Journal

A day or two ago, I noted that my cat Trixie was in my dreams. Then last night, I dreamed I was in “Decatur” (but it wasn’t) and there was a concrete structure that the city had just added a huge battery to. The battery was the size of a school bus standing on end. There was this crazy punk guy who had climbed up near the top of it (past the “no climbing” signs) and was licking this control panel. He was messing with it and everyone around was watching in horror. Trixie was in my jacket — this probably being a rationalization for her dream body being next to my solar plexus. She wiggled about a little as I walked. I thought that if that battery exploded, she’d probably claw me really good. So of course the battery DOES explode and smoke fills Decatur. Luckily Trixie doesn’t react and I run down some stairs and flee with everyone else, her staying there in my jacket the entire time.

There’s no physical side to her presence in my dreams. I sleep on my side with a body pillow, and she doesn’t like being in contact with anyone. The only waking possibility could be if she had meowed, which is rare. The way it happened, I think she was just joining me on my dream.

The explosion in Decatur panics everyone and I end up (of course) trying to find my pants and clothes so I can keep running. I eventually find (project) them at the bottom of a pile of clothes in a corner.

Another part of the dream took place in this office building, where I found that my boss had been writing thoughts, ideas, and messages on little pieces of paper like I do. They seemed so much like mine, I was shocked. I said something like “I see more and more people doing this (in the dream world)” I wondered what was going on.

References: Trixie is my cat.