unknownfate

Friday night I dreamed of Froud. My poor kitty died over the summer and I think I handled it pretty well considering how long and hard I worked to keep her alive. In the dream, I knew she was dead, but I would see her around the house. Asleep on the couch or following me to the kitchen, just her normal alive things. I would be doing the whole ‘Is it really you?’ business and reaching to touch her. As soon as I did touch her though, she would turn into her brother, the surviving cat. She’d go from black and white floof to brown tabby and white goob. It happened so often I went to get a witness to confirm that it was one cat until I laid hand on her, and then she became the other cat. It probably means something, but I don’t know what.

Last night, I dreamed that I had been exiled to a place where the forgotten things go. I was there and several kids in the grade I usually teach were there and I guess they were my class. I seemed to be in charge of them. There were other things there too. Random folklore creatures that had been forgotten and now were in this place. The frog-mouthed women who lived in the hayloft where bitter about it. The blacksmith with the head of a wolf spider was more accepting. There were all kinds of magical creatures that I had never heard of because they had been forgotten. There were also lots of semi-abandoned buildings in different stages of falling apart. I guess they had been forgotten too.

I didn’t know what I had done to be forgotten, but I was more worried about all the little kids. How did they all get there?