This morning when I woke I recalled a dream I had during the night. It was a weird dream and I’ve yet to decode its meaning. Here is the brief dream sequence: I am standing in a room. My cat is at my feet. Kitty is in an excited state and attempts to climb my pant’s leg. Unfortunately, kitty has been de-clawed so she/he cannot climb my leg. Kitty keeps trying in desperation to reach me, face to face, if you will. Somehow kitty stretches his/her body 6 feet 1 inch from the floor such that her cute kitty face is next to mine. She is licking me frantically as if to tell me something. I sense (in the dream) kitty is telling me that she understands. (Dream sequence ends)
1st weird thing: I don’t own a cat or a kitty.
2nd weird thing: Why is kitty licking my face? Seems sort of nasty to me. But I guess its better than being clawed. Oh yeah, I forgot . . . kitty was de-clawed.
3rd weird thing: I seem to remember this toy. Vintage by now. But a toy of a human which could be stretched to ungodly lengths. I think the toy man was called, “Stretch” something or ‘nother? But a kitty cat can’t stretch like a toy. Oh yeah, I forgot . . . this was only a dream.
Okay guys your turn. Am I just loosing my mind or what?
Were you eating cheese late at night before going to bed? If you were, I’d be of a mind to put it down to that but I guess that this is some sort of inner conflict that you’re externalizing in the form of a dream. The declawed (ie: rendered defenceless) kitty represents you trying to upload/publish your web content to .Mac and you represent the .Mac servers, distant and remote, an unreachable resource and an authority figure that holds the solution to your immediate problem.
I’m not being entirely serious here but that’s what sprang to mind after I read your post. Personally I’d go for the eating cheese answer ‘cos that sure does give me weird, long, involved, dreams.
~ Paul.
Sorry both I and .Mac have let you down this week. I’ve been a lot busier than I thought, and a little exhausted. I like Paul’s dream interpretation, although you’re the one the cat’s crawling on, not the other way around. So, you can’t logicall be the cat, unless there exists the phenomenon of reverse role-playing in dreams. I’m not a pychoanalyst, so I can’t say… Perhaps in the dream you are you and the cat is me! I don’t find find it flattering to be thought of as a de-clawed cat, but, hey, maybe you like the idea of my stretching up to lick your face. You are, you know, a lot taller than I. By the way, in the dream, did the cat give you a hard-on in the process?
Thanks for the update on Jeremy. I don’t think I would count on his mother for any help; she just might need to check into an institution herself. But I think his sister, being a nurse, will prove instrumental (in a good way) towards Jeremy’s fate. We can all just pray (uh, I mean, hope)… What has happened to his SUV?
As soon as my schedule lightens up a bit, within the next week or so, I will make it down to the big Pelham metropolis to do another podcast — at least we can record one if the site isn’t back up yet.
ciao
p.s. I want to discuss that guy in Starbucks, and this Boston boy I’m going out with tonight
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