Dreameryv2: "Talking Cat Dream"

Dreameryv2 October 5, 2009 Sex Crazy Girl -Talking Cat- Prisoner -Strange events.

I turned off the furnace when I went to bed sometime during the night I pulled myself out of my dream realizing I felt chilled and some how frightened. Before I put on an extra blanket and went back to bed, I wrote down this mixed up dream. I was in some woods where I met a girl who had on a leopard skin leotard-a show business type costume and long light reddish hair. She must have been sex crazy because that's all she talked about. Larry wanted to get away from her, but this girl wanted to leave with us, but somehow she could not leave without her 'wife' who looked like a young Liz Taylor. This woman had the same color of red hair. This lady said she feared if she was left here, she would die and she pleaded urgently to go with us. I think Larry wanted nothing to do with these two. I told him to go ahead and take the girls with him anyway, because there could be more trouble and the possibility that, someone might get killed if they stayed. They left and I was somehow alone then was in a unfamiliar house with an old gray haired lady and her 3 or 4 cats. Here, I apparently was free to do what ever I wanted, but I understood I was really a prisoner and began thinking of ways to get away. One plan was to go the apartment of two trusted friends I believed to be somewhere nearby. However, I couldn't until a ugly event occurred when a dog was killed by a mountain lion, which so distracted the old lady that I felt this was my opportunity. I grabbed my coat and bag and was about to run for it. When the always most unfriendly one of the old lady's cats came to me and acted now, very friendly. In fact, he wanted me to hold it. This delayed my plan. After showing appreciation for being held, the cat started to talk to me and told me I should leave soon because he and his brother had just come to stay over night and the old lady had killed 'duke' (his brother cat) -because he was to marry someone the next day, that the old lady didn't approve of and this female love was turned into a cat or killed by the old woman's strange power. I told the cat I didn't know what to do. I needed proof to believe it. The cat asked me to hold it up to the medicine cabinet and it took out a small piece of paper that had apparently belonged to 'Duke'. However the cat knocked down a bottle of Carter's Little Liver Pills into the wash bowl and the noise brought the little old lady into my room. She asked what I was doing and I hid the paper and said I was getting a drink of water. To my surprise, the empty glass had ice cubes in it. The cat had jumped out the window in the meantime. The old lady seemed quite satisfied with my excuse and said she had came to talk to me. She was looking around the room and she spied my bag with my sewing basket in it and the paper on top -she picked it up and looked in it. The paper was a rough draft of a wedding invitation for the Duke one who was (somehow) really a cat. The lady didn't believe this paper meant anything to me because she had assumed all of them were dead. She didn't know the talking cat existed or that I was ready to escape. I think the dream continued when I went back to bed. This dream seemed so differently out of context that I had to reassure myself that this was my dream. I note in the dream itself I demand proof from the talking cat of the alleged power to kill or change beings, that he accused the old lady of perpetrating on his to be wed, brother, Duke and his beloved. Why the part, of Larry, the sex crazy girl in the exhibitionist costume and her frightened 'wife' friend, who looked like a young actress, Liz Taylor, who feared for her life? The same hair colors connection links these two, who left with Larry. I somehow stay, eventhough I sense danger and find myself a prisoner of the old gray haired lady with witch like power. The talking cat and its story is near fairy tale stuff, I recall as a child I enjoyed the Puss n' Boots tale. I don't recall the plot, but I remember that Puss dressed like a Musketeer in the Three Musketeers story. Some time in childhood, I wished to have been one of the Musketeers myself, instead, my tomboy phase was one of a Cowgirl and maybe (jumping back a dream) Little Beaver and/or some Lone Ranger type. There were lots of little cowgirls and cowboys role playing throughout my Midwest school years. County and Western dress and music filled my childhood home and is still a favorite with me. The cat who changed from unfriendly to friendly to warn me - escapes and leaves me to deal with this old bad witch type, who I think am fooling-? What about the magic appearance of ice cubes in the alibi glass of water? The cat's story 'proof paper', in my (escape preparation) bag, my sewing basket? Carter's Little Liver Pills? How is this me, or even old me's, that I used to be? Or is it something I am discarding and moving on from? Is this that I was fooling my Mom (or myself) about my long ago identifications with my father? Am I gender twisted or envious? You tell me.

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