December 1984

December 1984
Dream

My cat is lost and my sister and I are looking for her in an old, rickety barn. It's creepy and spooky, with pigeon poop and little creatures scurrying at our footsteps. Then I saw her, my cat, across the way and noticed she had lost her tail. "There she is, but she's lost her tail - she'll never be the same!" She came to us, and I picked her up. I asked her what had happened to her tail, but she was too traumatized to explain.

On the way out of the bar, we came upon a child's swimming pool, and Kitty's tail was floating on top of the water. I picked it up to see how it had come off, but underneath the tail, there was a black cat sitting there - under the water. His eyes were open, but I knew he was dead. I picked him up out of the water, knowing that if I held him long enough, he would awaken. My warm, alive body would bring him back to life. And sure enough, it did. His cold, stiff body became warm again.
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