Dream Journal, Part 2 (warning: Mushy kitty stuff ahead - don't read it if you don't like that)
I’ve had this recurring thought ever since Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf cities (disclaimer: I was not victimized by Hurricane Katrina, so please remember that this is not a true story, and I am not making $$ off this… this is just my dream journal – you can choose to read this or not):
Our house has flooded, so Josh and I have taken to wading through chest-deep water to find higher ground. We put Macy and Lucy in Lucy’s red carrier (which is fabric, making it easier to carry, narrower, and lighter than Macy’s hard plastic carrier). We're holding them as high above the water as we can. Then, we came upon a boat. The people on board were willing to take us, but not the pids (I don’t care what anyone says, they’re our babies – they might have fur, but they’re just as dear to my heart as any child would be). They said they don’t have room for them, even though I’ve insisted on carrying them in my lap. They flat-out refuse and threaten to leave without us. It turns into a match between me pleading, half-crying, half-screaming and the boat-people still not willing to help us. Finally, Josh (which is WAY out of character for him, by the way, he’d be even more adamant than me) softly told me, “Honey, we have to go. You have to let them go.” I am crying even harder at this point (actually, just writing it down now is making all those horrible feelings come back – my dreams are SO vivid most of the time – I usually don’t know that what I am remembering while awake is actually part of my dreams). So, eventually, I pull open the zipper on the peek-your-furry-head-out side of the carrier, kiss them both, hug them tight, and sit them on top of the water, where they swiftly float away. I wake up before I know whether it sinks or whether they’ve escaped.
Now with some the stories that are popping up about people being threatened with guns, the dream has turned into a more violent one, where I have a gun pointed in my face. The boat-people scream at me that I HAVE to get onto the boat and that I HAVE to leave my pets no matter what.
One earlier part of the dream has me not opening the zipper before they touch the water. That is the worst part of my memory.
With seeing the pictures of the poor babies still waiting on their mommies and daddies to come home and get them, this dream has become flashes in my head in the daytime.
Funny, I couldn’t stand kitties before. That all changed the first time I laid eyes on all 12 ½ ounces of Macy looking up at me with the most needful baby blue eyes I have ever seen (he was the runt). He was meowing so pitifully, and when I picked him up, he stopped and started purring. From then on, he was in my heart. :)
I’ll tell the full Macy story later. It’s actually quite a funny story.
