Dream Journal

Context: I don't know if Banana House even has an attic.

I remember being a tour guide for a group of people, walking through the attic of banana house. It was unfinished, and the particular room I was in was one to two feet deep with packed sawdust. I explained how when Banana House was built or renovated, they did all the woodworking up here, and left the sawdust. Someone might have come through, looking for a cat. . . . At any rate, looking down into the sawdust, I saw a cat face. I reached down and pulled a cat out of the sawdust. It began to walk away. I saw another cat face, and wondered how many cats were up here. I pulled it out, then saw another. Classic projection scenario. I knew they were all named the same name with a number at the end, like Catname 1, Catname 2, etc. I tried in the dream to remember what that name was for a little while because it was funny or familiar, but couldn’t.