Hello.
I usually dream in non sequiturs. All buildings, monsters and fear.
This was my dream last night.
It is morning. I am standing in a shallow pool next to a old cottage in the wood. The cottage is welcoming and strong but it's walls are undulating and the roof bowed. It's like it is deflating.
A fat little spider comes out the wood to the water's edge to have a drink. I watch as it falls in. Taken by the gentle magnetism of the still water, it starts to float to me.
A black cat comes out the wood to the water's edge to have a drink. The spider is taken back across the water by the undercurrent it makes. Able to reach, the spider climbs onto the black cat's head. The cat turns towards me, it is clear that it is blind. It's eyes are white.
The cat moves slowly, feeling its way through the garden towards the open cottage door and I try to encourage back to the wood.
I hear my dead mother's voice from the cottage, "Let the cat come in"
Tentatively it uses what senses it has to go through the door and then find the room door cracked open just enough to where my mother is.
I am in the doorway watching my mother sit in a high backed chair turned slightly away from the entrance. There are sunbeams streaming through the small paned window onto her. The blind black cat sits upright at the chair side, with the fat little spider on top of its head.
They are all motionless, all soundless, all their heads are fixed onto some middle distance in the room away from me. I can't see anything special at where they are facing.
And that was last night's dream.
