Last night I had a nice dream. Was laced with negative imagery but over all, the emotion was good, when I woke up, I tried to sleep again to re immerse myself.
I think in hindsight that the first part of the dream involved murder, someone was unfortunately and for whatever reason, put to death. I was either responsible or witness. The atmosphere, mood and environment, made that part undeniably gruesome and difficult to process. However, my next recollection was of my 2 cats running down the same bush track meowing in glee while i was off further around the bend heading to familiar territory.
I remember calling to them and receiving their acknowledgement before I woke and needed to pee.
The horror of death was overcome by my sweet kitties. One of them is old and sick irl. Think I understand emotionally what it meant, but seems odd about the mutilated corpse part. Maybe I subconsciously was aware of their hunger.
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