Dream a Little Dream

First of all, I am bouncing off the walls right now! I did have french toast with syrup for dinner, so it could be that....or it could be the fact that I found the beads I wanted for Tresa's wedding necklace and started playing around with it....and it is going to be so freakin' cool! That's all I can tell you right now because Tresa reads my blog. Once I have it done, I will ban her from my blog and I will show it to you. I haven't put it together yet, but I will!! I am so excited!

Now to today's post....

What do dreams mean? Have you ever tried to figure them out or bought a book that analyzes dreams? I know they say that everyone dreams, but for years now I haven't been able to remember my dreams, until this past week.

The other night I dreamed that I was in the house and I heard a kitten crying in pain outside in the backyard. I ran outside and there was my tiny little kitten lying injured on the ground in front of this big mean ugly cat. The big cat was trying to kill my kitten and I was horrified. (No idea why my little kitten was outside by itself)

The big cat looked like across between an ordinary house cat and a bob cat. (I live in Illinois and we don't have bob cats here....or mean giant sized house cats either)

As soon as the evil cat saw me, it grabbed my little kitten and ran into the back yard. I kept yelling at it to drop the kitten, but it wasn't listening to me. (Go Figure) I ran after it, screaming and then it jumped over the chain link fence and stood in the neighbor's yard taunting me with the kitten hanging lifeless in it's mouth!

I quickly climbed over the fence. (As quickly as a 57 year old not very limber old lady can climb a chain link fence) I had a dish towel in my hand (Can you believe that?) and I started snapping the towel at the cat. About this time Matt came running out of the house. He had a little box in his hand (No idea why), but he easily jumped the fence and started stomping the ground trying to scare the cat.

The cat finally dropped the kitten and ran away. Matt carefully picked the poor little injured kitten up and put it in the box and I woke up!!

So, what on earth does that mean? Here are my thoughts:

1) A hairy beast is trying to steal one of my "babies"?

2) There is a hairy beast lurking in my "backyard"?

3) I shouldn't leave things I love in the backyard unattended?

4) I want a new kitten?

5) I'm just really weird and dream some really weird things?

I'll go with #5!