Okay, now that I have more time, I can properly explain my weird dream with French Avant Guard or Bohemian or something performers.

So somehow I'm in France, Paris to be exact. A friend and I are walking around this really bohemian/eccentric area of Paris with odd theaters and shops, boutiques and such of randomness. And somehow we stumble upon a cafe attached to a theater in this weird four-story-walk up and they are having an editing session. Somehow I am carrying the printed off manuscript to Through the Woods, and I hand it off to someone to edit it. My friend then drags me off to some clothing store and we're gone for a while.

I come back, looking for my manuscript (my friend has disappeared now), and I finally find one of the eccentric theater people reading it. I ask for it back, and the woman says "No, we're rehearsing." I ask what they're rehearsing, and she says "The Through the Woods play, it's amazing!" I tell her I wrote it and I hadn't meant it to be a play. She then calls all the theater people (think of how the people in the musical/movie Rent are dressed) into the room and they gush and go off on how amazing the play is going to be and how honored they are to meet the author. I'm flattered and they ask me to stay and help direct and make sure "their vision stays true to the essence of the story." I agree and somehow time flashes forward to a few weeks later and the final dress rehearsal is going on and a big snow storm is happening outside. The "vision" of the play is very performance art and interpretive dance inspired. Just weird, but it was brilliant in the dream. Since my friend has abandoned me in Paris, I had been staying in the odd upstairs apartments of the theater building, but they are all being used now by other actors. People offered me a place to stay at their flats, but this one guy, I think the actor who plays Liam in Through the Woods (if you read it, you'd know who that is!) says I can stay there.

Apparently through the whole rehearsal process, a weird unspoken attraction had built between us. He's tall and lean with reddish brown hair and these green-shaded John Lennon glasses and he's just gorgeous. Unknown to me another actor, this short, pudgy, moleish looking man had become obsessed with me (as the author of the "play") and now plotted against us being together. The next night is opening night and the house is packed and after the play and the numerous curtain calls, the actors call me out on stage to address the audience. I thank them for coming and then start gushing and crying because my dream of having a story I wrote come to life in such a dramatic and moving way was finally realized.

Then the heavy main curtain fell suddenly and I think it crushed me. I don't quite remember because I was startled awake by a caterwauling Diesel.

Swear to God... I'm covered in Teflon! Really. I am. I don't understand it. Today, my underthings were revolting against being worn. I guess I missed the Underthings Union strike or something in the news. All day today I was fighting with my bra and undies to stay put! I know, I know, WTMI... but seriously! Can't a girl enjoy her day at work without having to find an inconspicuous spot to hike up her briefs!? Or dig into the neck of her shirt to pull her bra strap back into place? I mean... come on! And last week I lost two bras... the underwire decided to go all kamikaze on me and snap, breaking in half and... well... causing me some uncomfortable and embarrassing pains. Grrr. But I fixed that by buying some new bras at Target to replace the insolent ones. Hopefully I've seen the last of the Great Underthings Revolt for a while...

I have fish now! Yay! Those of you who may know (and saw @ my NYE party [don't worry, pics are coming soon!])... I have a new 10 gallon fish tank, and it was empty for almost a week while the bacteria and everything got settled into their new home and stuff. So Wednesday I went to Petsmart and got five mollies. I love mollies. They're pretty like goldfish, but not as cliche... although they are gaining in popularity to I can't be the "unique fish" owner. I have 3 platinum (or silver) lyre-tailed mollies and two dalmatian (Oreo) mollies. At least I call them Oreo mollies... they look like crushed Oreo bits in milk. ^_^ Yay! One of the platinum is super crazy, and is super possessive of this one corner of the tank... and swims frantically up and down... up and down... down and up... the one corner, and chases away anyone else who comes over into his corner. And one of the platinum mollies seems to be a more dominant fish, and chases the others around at will. The Oreos tend to keep to themselves; one hides in the faux Chinese vase I have in there (it has "cracks" in it so they can swim in and out of it all over). I think Tuesday (my bday) I'm going to go to Petsmart, or the pet store up in Excelsior (I think it's called Noah's Ark or something...) and get some more fish.

I really want a betta, because I adore bettas. And yes bettas can be in a tank with other fish. Just as long as those fish are as big if not bigger than the betta, and there are no other male or female bettas around. Basically... bettas are loners unless that one magical moment happens that a male and a female won't kill each other and they spawn. It's a whole crazy love-hate thing the males & females have with each other; kinda funny though. Hehehehe. If you tried to breed bettas, and just put a male and female together in a tank to see what happens, you'd probably come back in the morning and find one---if not two---dead fish. Long story short: if one of the two is not in the mood for some McLovin... they will attack and go in for the kill. Neat, huh? But if I get a betta... I can't really have any smaller fish in my tank, and I was kinda drawn to some fancy guppies that I saw at Petsmart... we'll have to see.

So as of late... I've been having some freaky weird ass dreams. Like... to the point where I become aware they are too freaked out for even me and I wake myself up. o.0 Yeah, tell me about it! I'd explain them here... but they are of a too personal nature to really go into. Yeah, I talk about some weird crap here in my LJ... and when I actually choose to not post about it, it must be bad! But if you're truly interested, and/or would like to give some dream counsel, let me know and I'll email you it or something. Lately, though, I've have two dreams in as many nights about Nick. The bastard first ex-boyfriend. It's been 4 years and he still has a way to control me and affect me through my dreams! But... really, I'm dreaming it... so it's not him who's doing anything to me... ugh. Yeah. You get it. But still... those dreams left me... annoyed, sad, and frustrated... that's all I'm saying. O.o I don't get it. I'm actually kind of concerned with the craziness that's been happening in my sleep lately. Maybe something or someone is trying to tell me something.... *shrug*

After I finished Crooked Little Vein [you must read it!], I started White as Snow by Tanith Lee. A very... interesting tale. It's a retelling of the Snow White fairy tale, but more adult. And when I say "adult" I mean "there's sex in it." But thus far, it's really good. At times kind of confusing, but I think that's because I'm not used to Tanith Lee's writing style. I think... *glances over at the book next to chair*... I'm about 45% through it. I might read more of it tonight, If I don't end up watching another movie. I'm also digging Paramore's CD Riot. I picked it up as a quasi-impulse buy at Target tonight while waiting for my pics to develop. But I did get a Target gift card for Christmas, so I used that for the CD... I really didn't need it. But I know what I'm going to get the next time I'm at Target... there were these kickass shoes in the guy's section that just rocked my freakin' face off! But they were $20... I think I might wait until next payday (next Friday, not tomorrow) to get them. I have some more bills to pay. *sigh*

All right... I guess that's all for now. Pay attention for the awesome Apartment/NYE Party pics being posted soon!

=^_^=

EDIT: This was originally written January 3, 2008 at about 530pm... but the stupid LJ posting client I'm using won't let me post something set that far behind me. Grrrrr. Oh well. You know, and I know. :P

So.... yeah.... I spent waaaaaaaaaay tooooooooo much money today at work. Dammit. I hate payday... it's just a bad bad rationalization loophole to say that "Oh, it's payday! I have a little more money... I can justify buying this..." And that's exactly what I said... and exactly what I did... I bought 3 books: Hot Spot by Susan Johnson, a Penguin Classic Baby Name book, and Serpent's Kiss by Alex Archer (Rogue Angel #9). That wasn't that bad. The firs two books were uber discounted, so that was okay. But then... the Buy 2 Get 1 Free DVD sale in the music/movie department. Ugh. For most of my shift I was hammering over which DVDs to buy... if I should do Option A over Option B... maybe if I put these three together and make Option C.... but what about Option L? *le sigh* So... after much deliberation and tabulation... I settled on Robot Chicken Season 2 (Uncensored), Amelie, and Futurama Volume 1. Although I think lokein was disappointed I didn't get the Evil Dead Trilogy. Hehehee. I think I may wait until I get to the Evil Dead Trilogy at Half Price Books. I've seen them there once. Yeah... that... was a spendy venture. Even with the Buy 2 Get 1 Free deal and my B&N Member discount, it was still over $60. Ouchie. Ouchie ouchie ouchie.

So now I sit here watching uncensored Robot Chicken skits (they said the F-word! *le gasp* o.0 ), eating Chex Mix, and drinking Bacardi Strawberry... why am I drinking alcomahal at 1230am? Cuz I can. Ha! ^_^ And I really have nothing else to do tomorrow besides wake up... and go to my dad's and do laundry. Woooo. But my Christmas present from Phil & Shiloh arrived at my house today, which is awesome! My dad left me a message to let me know I had a huge pile of mail pilling up. [Robot Chicken break: "It's Mo-Lar! Eternian dentist! Mooo-Laarr!"] Hehehehe.

So yeah. That's about it. Still having weird ass dreams. Not sure if I want to look them up in my dream dictionaries or what... *le sigh* Maybe somewhere in my apartment building someone is smoking FUBAR'd and it's seeping through the ventilation system/walls and it's affecting my sleep or something. Oh well. Whatever.

I'll be posting my apartment pics soon... maybe tomorrow while I'm at home and I have a decent internut connection to upload and post. Yay! A project! Wooooo! And I'll also read. Since Saturday (December 29th) I've read... Howl's Moving Castle.... Crooked Little Vein.....White as Snow... 3 books, and last night I just started Lost & Found by Jane Sigaloff. It's pretty good right now, being 3 chapters into it. It has a very interesting writing style. So yeah. Getting some of my numerous books crossed off the list while I'm waiting for Rogue Angel #5 to come into the store. I had to order it... and then I bought #9 today.... ugh! I'll also need to get #6 God of Thunder because I only have it in a stripped version and I want all the books to have covers (they're pretty!).

So... yeah... *le sigh* I'm gonna go and pay more attention to Robot Chicken and my alcomahal. =^_^=

I had a dream last night, and it just won't leave me. It's annoying, hurtful, and just mean. And it's even more hurtful because it's about my Lovey Velcro. I'll tell you about it:

( Adding insult to injury... )

Ugh. I still feel sick and heavy-hearted when I remember this dream. It just happened a few hours ago... but... damn. I just can't get it out of my head. It makes me sad, and just... blech. It's like it actually happened. That I had Velcro ripped out of my arms. I just can't shake the devastated feeling.

Oh... I just want to cry. I really do. I miss my baby... and I think about her often. I don't know if she's still with Joe. If she's even still alive. She had a busted back leg that kept her house-bound, unlike the other cats at Joe's. I hope she's okay. I really, really, really want my baby back. But it's been two years... I have no idea where to start if I was going to try to get her back. I could contact his parents. They were nice. I do know how to contact Joe (I can find him on Myspace real easy)... but I don't want to really contact him. I know many friends have offered their services for "rescuing" my baby, so that I wouldn't really have to talk to him directly. But... it'd be kind of silly and stupid to get her now. After two years? Really? And if I did get her... my dad wouldn't be happy to come upstairs one day and see a new black addition to the house. Maybe... maybe... if I save up enough money (with my promotion-raise-enhanced paycheck) I can get my own place... then I could get Velcro back...

But what if the dream comes true? She doesn't know me? Remember me? Doesn't want anything to do with me? That would break my heart more than not having her with me.

*le cry*

Ugh. Now I feel like crap. I fear I may have to do some Retail Therapy... *le sigh*

So... like a bad monkey, I slept in today instead of going to my Friday DBT session. But I really needed the sleep. And I think I might stop going to that Friday thing. It's a side-program thing not really associated with the DBT thing I go to on Tuesdays. It's a Depression & Weight Management seminar thing... and... eh. It's not really all that great, from the two times I went. Or the handouts I've gotten from the first 2 weeks I missed (from work rearranging my schedule for me so I could attend said seminar), or the last two I've missed from sleeping... it's more like... it's okay to be bigger. Don't compare yourself to the thin people. Accept where you are at weight wise, and just work slowly at integrating healthier things into your life. Really? I'm paying for that? I might email my DBT instructor and tell her I'm not continuing with it... whatever. That's not why I'm writing this post anyway!

My cell phone went off at 930am this morning, and woke me up. But I was too groggy to answer it, so I just checked the caller ID screen... Bonnie. Hmm. Maybe she had her... zzzzzz... I fell asleep too fast to finish my thought. Then I had weird dreams of Sleepy Eye and a weird lame-ass mall and I was walking around it trying to find a shirt... and a guy to be my boyfriend. Weird. So 3 hours later, I finally wake up (hehehe) and then check my voice mail Bonnie left. Wednesday, September 19, 2007, Bonnie had William John Henning! Squeeeeee!! They are still in the hospital because he was early, and he needs to have some minor health issues looked at (jaundice and he's a little underweight). But yay!! I'm happy!! I'm going to call her tomorrow, when I get off work and chat and see when I can go visit them! WOOO!

Now, Year of the Baby has two more to go. Two? Well, I added one. Elyssa, a coworker, is due sometime in December. And we're still waiting for jilrani and calmingsilence's little bundle of joy to arrive too. So yeah. That's all.

I'm going to go become human... or a slinky. I haven't decided.

Today, while at the most expensive Target Run I've had evar, I bought a little dry erase board for my room, so I can have one separate for writing down daily/weekly chores. I have a big one, but that's for work schedules and big appointments. I put it up on this nice blank section of my wall, which is right by the head of my bed, so I can see it and check it before I go to bed for the evening. I put it up this afternoon, and the little sticky wall hanger things on the back didn't quite hold it right away. No biggie. I stick it back up and it stays for the rest of the night. Squee. On with life...

So I'm sleeping away... like one normally does at 530 in the freakin' morning... when all of the sudden...

cree....aaaa...creeeeeeaaaaaCRASHSMACKFLOPCLUNK comes my little dry erase chore board... right onto my head.

To which I replied: "Holy fuck!" and then proceeded to fling it off me towards some unknown part of my dark room.

I hate being awoken suddenly from sleeping. It makes me disorientated and anxious. I hate it. I'm in a bad mood.

And I was having a good dream, too... one I'll never be able to finish. *pout*

Last night I had the most emotionally draining dream... nightmare?... in a long time. And it gets weird towards the end.

( Welcome to me head... )

Yeah. Welcome to my world. I bet the brochure never mentioned that.

Edit: [1240am]: Dug out the dream dictionaries...

( Analyzing... )

Things I love:

• Target
• Fall Out Boy's new CD Infinity on High
• Avril Lavinge's new CD The Best Damn Thing
• Comfy pajamas
• Days where it's about 70*
• Coupons
• Short shifts at work
• My Dragonlance graphic novel coming in today!
• Running into my friend Lynn at Target the other day!
• Entering poems into the 1st Annual (Ever?) Poetry Contest at the B&N

Things I hate:

• My GIR lanyard snapping when it catches on my car door
• Feeling lethargic
• Realizing that I haven't posted anything to draygns_lair in a looooong time
• Eating more Chex mix than I should have
• My Wendy's fries tasted a little metallic tonight
• Not cleaning my room
• Leaving crap in the living room

I guess that's about it. I took my Seroquel last night (Monday night) and whoooo! Was that fun! I had the weirdest dream last night! I'll tell you about it (or at least what I can remember). I guess I was in some sort of medaevil castle or something. And there was a big commotion going on, because someone had written the forbidden letter or word. So all the elders of the castle and the village outside the castle were up in arms trying to find out who wrote the letter. Everyone was accusing this boy, who was somehow attached to me (either I was his guardian or mother or relative, I dunno) and I was trying to defend him. One of the elders, who looked a lot like John Malcovich, came up to me and grabbed the boy and started taking him towards this chopping block. Another elder, who looked like Jeremy Irons (and no I haven't seen Eragon) was preaching to the crowd that had gathered and was telling them all that this boy was the one who had wrote the offensive letter. They brought up another criminal and put his hand on the chopping block, and then proceeded to chop off his hand, because he too wrote something that was forbidden. Then I think they flung that man's body over the castle wall with a catapult. I rushed up to the chopping block just as they were dragging the little boy I was protecting up to the block. I pleaded with them to stay the mauling just long enough to show them that the sample of the evil letter they were accusing him of writing wasn't the same as his normal writing. They allowed me that much, to let him write the same letter again, to show them the handwriting was different. And it made a huge difference, because the boy wrote with his left hand. Which I guess in this community is rare. So the crowd of people go into a frenzy, and the two elders are trying to calm them down, not sure if they should chop off his left hand, because that might be offensive as well. During this, I had grabbed the boy and sat him and myself in the catapult, and flung us over the castle wall to safety.

Yeah. Weird. It was bizarre, because at times it almost seemed like I was watching the dream as a movie, and at other times, I was the main character. Odd. But it was great. Then I woke up from that, in a drug-induced daze and tried to get back to sleep, but when I closed my eyes, this dizzying display of swirling colors---like a kaleidescope---appeared when I closed my eyes, and that almost made me dizzy and sick! But thankfully when I switched positions in bed, that went away and I was out once more.

The end.

I just got done looking up the main symbols in my dream from the previous post in my dream dictionaries... only two of them, not all three... hehe. Because I'm a dork. And I like to figure out if there is anything more to my dreams than just something interesting to watch while I sleep.

From my Goldberg dictionary:

Angel: strong belief in a higher power, no attempts to alter destiny, also a successful marriage
I do believe in a higher power... although at times as of late, I have been doubting His presence in my life. I do try to alter my destiny, to at least get an idea of what the devil I'm supposed to do with my life. And the only marriage in the future is my sister's, and I hope her's is successful!

Demons/devil: maybe a sign of an easy future; more likely to be tempted and seduced by a negative force.
I don't think that things in my life are too easy, lots of stuff I have to work for. I don't really think I'm being seduced or tempted by anything... *shrug*

Swords: if the dreamer is carrying a sword, will rise to a position of great dignity and respect; if others are carrying swords, warning of serious disputes.
I'm not rising to too high of a position of power, but people at work like me a lot, and compliment me on doing a good job and being a joy to be around a lot, so that's nice. And my friends like being around me. So I guess that could be a great dignity. I'm not sure of any disputes right now... other than my cousin being a bitch about stuff around my sister's wedding, but that's really all her stuff she needs to deal with, not anyone else's.

Mother: to dream of your mother, symbolizes wisdom, honesty, generosity, and a successful married life; to dream of a deceased mother predicts grief and dishonor.
Well... okay. I'm not getting married anytime soon, but my sister is, so I hope her marriage is a good one! And I hope that when/ifever I get married, it's a good one too! I'm not sure how I feel about the dishonor and grief coming because I dreamed about my mom. I do that alot, and I'm not sure of any dishonorable grief coming my way. But still... not a good sign.

Stranger: if wearing black, warning of depression and a bad period in the dreamer's life.
Well... I am depressed. Have been on-and-off for 7 years. So, nothing new there. Not sure what the stranger Daeomon guy was wearing in my dream... but I think he was wearing something that was mostly black... *shrug*

Battle: a struggle with difficulties that will end in victory.
Yay!

Romance/love: unmarried woman dreaming of love indicates marriage in the near future.
Again, my sister is getting married in a little over a month... other than that... not in my near future!

I didn't get much else from my Miller dictionary, but I did find some more stuff about angels, devil, and mother. So I'll put those here:

Angel: Prophetic of disturbing influences in the soul. Could also warn of love/money problems. If dream of angels is unusually pleasing, will soon hear of friends' good health, and/or receive legacy from unknown relative.
Okay... yes.

Devil: Beware of associating with devil in dreams. Always forerunner of despair.
Oh... lovely!

Mother: To have a conversation with her means you will soon receive good news about something you have been anxious over. T o have her call to you, means you are derelict in your duties, and you may be pursuing the wrong course in business.
Uh... still not good stuff about mother. Mental note: don't dream about moms. ^__^

SO yeah. That's all. My eyes are getting all weird... so I'm going to finally call it a night.

I just got done watching The Descent and boy was it a good scary movie! Good good good. I was jumping in my chair and exclaiming wild profanities when the scary cave monsters were creeping around all creepy-like in the shadows and popping up in the scariest places and just being bastards. Which is a sign of a good movie when I scream 'OH SHIT' really loud. Normally I just start and gasp, but nothing too bad. But this had me screaming and going OHMAGAWD! Hehehe. And I didn't shift in my chair. Which is something for me, since my back is all screwed up, I shift positions a lot to ease the pressure on my FUBAR'd spine. But this movie... I think I shifted positions like... twice. So yeah. I have to thank my friend Annie for telling me that movie will "f**k you up!" and thus inspiring me to move The Descent  up my Netflix queue. So when we went to go see The Hills Have Eyes 2, she told me that the aforementioned movie wasn't as scary as The Descent, which will "f**k you up!". And I think it did. I'm now in the process of debriefing myself from it... oh, that's a psychology research term I've kept from my days at CSP and my research class. To "debrief" someone is to give someone, normally a participant in an intense research experiment, that what they went through was all part of a controlled environment and to explain what happened, so that they can come back to reality without any lasting affects. Yeah.

So I went to the chiropractor today to look at my new x-rays from Friday's evaluation. Yeah, my FUBAR'd spine got more FUBAR'd. My neck is basically doing a reverse curve, and my lower back/pelvis is curved more forward than it's supposed to be. And my spine also does a little curvy curvy side to side if you'd look at me head-on. Yeah. So I'm facing an intense six month corrective rehabilitation for my neck and spine. Which is good. I need that. I think the once-a-month maintenance I was doing at my old chiropractor wasn't doing enough to fix me. And then I didn't go for about 3 months when my old chiro moved to his new office farther into St. Paul than where he was before, so I didn't want to drive over an hour to get adjusted for 20 minutes... nope. So now I go to a chiro that's only like 15 min away. And my sister and her soon-to-be-husband go there as well. Yay... more spending money!... *sigh*

This morning, I woke up from a most peculiar dream. It was me, my mom, and some other dude walking in a small wooded area near a creek which is about three blocks from my house, in a park. And we were walking, in the midst of zombie-esque creatures. And I had a big "fuck-off sword", as did the guy next to me. It was weird my mom was there, and her role in the dream was a disturbing one. She was very negative, bossy, and whiny; which did not describe my mom in real life. So we're walking through the creek area, with all these zombie type things around, when I realize that they aren't zombies, but demons. And they were following us and herding around us because the guy (who I don't think is ever named), is like... the Unholy Leader of the Demons or something. And they fear me because the sword I hold is the Holy Righteous Sword. Somehow we both realize that the balance of good and evil has been up heaved due to the fact we hold the swords, and the demons are running rampant around the earth, while the angel hosts (which I guess I command cuz I have the sword) are MIA.

The guy and I find the "leader of the zombie/demons" and kill him, causing the remaining demons to repledge their loyalty to the holder of the evil sword. And for some reason, because we killed him, we have to change our names to something more celestial and appropriate for the guardians of good and evil. So the guy changes his name to Daeomon (pronounced day-O-mon), and mine becomes Anjealae (an-juh-lay). I think those names were given to us by the swords... yeah. So then we become the Guardians of the Swords... and I guess that also meant we had to be romantically linked as well, not that I minded because he was cute in my dream! And brave and a good guy... even though he was the "leader of the dark side!" And my mom, who had been quiet throughout the battle for the balance of the good and the evil, suddenly chimed in with how our relationship would bring about the end of the world!  Such a relationship was "taboo" in the celestial world because "how can Light love the Dark?" They must be equal parts in the balance of life, but must stick to their own, otherwise the balance might shift again.

And then I woke up.

So when I woke up... I was like... sweet angry Jesus! That's an awesome idea for a story! Wow! I'm awesome! I need to make sure I write that, or start working on a plot-storyline draft. That'd make some righteous short story. Yeah. My dreams rock! When I can remember them! Hehehe. And I need to get into gear and start writing on The Coven. I'm getting really behind on that thing! Grrr!! I have so many good ideas now... I was on a good start of writing them down and getting the next 5 or so chapters all lined up and plotted out... then I just stopped. Grrr. I need to just set aside some writing time or give myself a goal... that I need to write so many pages in a day, or a week, or something. My coworker Jeff, who let me borrow a book that has publisher information, has been bugging me to get something published already, or to let him know when I send something in. Well, I don't really have anything ready! Well... Through the Woods is done... but I need to format that for manuscript guidelines. *sigh* So much crap to do! Hehehe.

You're still here? The movie's over.... go home. Go on... go.

I had a dream last night that I was in my grade school science room with five classmates. It's weird, looking back on it now, that the other five weren't really my close friends back in grade school. Anyway, we were in there, and while the rest of the class was learning something about science, we found a cat in the classroom. So we were playing with the cat and trying to decide what to name it. Then all of the sudden the cat started to give birth. We took care of the cat and the new kittens (which "surprisingly" numbered six). We vowed to take in one of the kittens and take care of it, as some sort of friendship pact. But right before we were going to name them all and take our selected kitten home, they were gone. I can't remember if they ran away or if the teacher took them, but they were gone.

Flash forward about ten years. We're all out of high school, college, whathaveyou, and my five friends and I have come back to the town where our grade school was for some sort of reunion. We're sitting by a river on some benches, reminiscing about the lost kittens. Then one of my friends sees a cat in the brush by the riverbed. He goes down and rescues it, as another friend sees a cat over by a tree. Soon we're all discovering cats in this riverside park area. We sit down at the bench again and look over the cats, slowly realizing that they were the ones we lost all those years ago. Although they don't look as old as they should be for being almost ten. We also realize that the ones we had individually discovered were the ones we were going to take in back in grade school. I can't remember the name I had given my cat, who looked like a mini white tiger, but I do remember that the others in the group didn't like that name.

Now, I have three dream dictionaries to look this up in, so I'll spare your Friend Page by putting that all under a cut. Hehehe.

( Analysis... )