I keep having dreams about kittens. The night before last, I dreamed that the baby I was taking care of (mine?) disappeared, and I frantically looked for it all around my room and my apartment, under the bed, in the closet. I finally found it, unharmed, but it had somehow turned into a kitten. I was a little confused, but relieved.
Last night, I was at the airport on my way to Paris. Suddenly, I had a bag full of kittens. I knew I couldn't take a freaking bag of kittens with me on the plane or through customs -- I got it into my head that they would take the kittens away from me and drown them, and I couldn't let that happen. I had to protect them. I made a lot of frantic phone calls to people who might be able to take care of them for me, but I don't think I had much luck. The kittens were mewing, the clock was ticking, and I felt desperate and confused and stressed.
Apparently, my dreams are telling me that I can't take care of babies or kittens very well. Poor things.
Posted by thevieve at February 14, 2007 10:22 AM