Kerry Schafer

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Dreamscapes

I fell asleep last night with a conscious wish sent to my subconscious for some interesting dreams. It obliged in spades with two fascinating dream sequences which converged into one in a way both magical and bizarre.

First up were the tiny kittens. Your first image when you hear tiny kittens might be normal, newborn size kittens. You’d be wrong. Somebody brought me a handful of kittens, as in fifteen or so, all carefully carried in a normal sized hand. They were the size of baby sparrows, only fluffy and kitteny. I picked out the biggest one and planned on keeping it, at which point the dream faded away.

Second was a house dream. I haven’t had one of these for awhile, and I love my house dreams. We were house hunting and found ourselves looking at a house that seemed familiar. I walked in and thought, “I know where everything is. Bedrooms. Kitchen. Beneath the linoleum in the kitchen is a cellar.” And then I realized it was my grandparent’s house – in Waldheim, Saskatchewan. Dream logic being what it is, I said, “I didn’t realize where we were.” Like I’d accidentally stumbled out of Colville, Washington across the border and traveled 800 miles without realizing it.

This all made perfect sense in the dream, as did the next bit, which is truly weird no matter how you look at it.

I was stepping out into the backyard of my grandparent’s old house and heard dogs barking. Through a gap in the fence I saw a man approaching with three small dogs, not on leashes. Immediately I was consumed with worry and responsibility over my dog and the cats. In real life, the dog in question weighs over a hundred pounds and is more than capable of taking care of himself. In the dream, I had a small, fluffy dog – and all the tiny cats from the first dream. Only there were more of them now. They ran in a flock like baby chicks. Trying to herd them away from the oncoming dogs was sort of like – well, herding cats, except by now they looked a little bit like tiny birds and there were about thirty of them.

What does this mean? I have absolutely no idea, other than my subconscious is a very strange place.

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