3-17-09

I'm living in a strange place. It's open to the public, and it's like a hotel but the rooms are open and people can walk through your space at will. At one point, I walk out of my living room and into the bedroom and a woman is laying there. She looks pleased and greets me. I look for another place to lay down.

Then I'm out walking in a neighborhood that reminds me of the one I grew up in Connecticut. I reach my front porch and the door is wide open. I get scared and realize my cat Mittens is gone. I hunt the neighborhood looking for her and I find other cats that look similar, but she's gone. My heart breaks. I wake up being relieved and reassuring myself that Mittens has been dead for years and never ran away.