Dreams

[Nero]

Lately, I dream about cats - feeding them, rescuing them, searching for them, etc. I had to leave many stray cats I cared for behind when I moved to my apartment because they would simply not stay indoors - they were completely feral animals and nothing I did could change that.
I still have the one big fat white housecat.
I'll hear a cat calling me in my dreams and I can't help him/her.
I miss my cats, but I couldn't have done any differently. I couldn't put them in the animal shelter, because they were wild and many were badly scarred, noone would adopt them, and they'd have been put to sleep.
I couldn't get them to stay even for an hour in the house, they'd howl at the doors and tear out the screens, putting them in my apartment would have been like putting them in prison.
So I am haunted in my dreams by shining yellow eyes in the darkness and distant feline cries.

Nero

[tinkerbell]

Hi everyone:

I usually dream that I can fly, but not very high
I usually use my arms to fly, but there have been a couple of dreams where I saw myself with wings. 
Do you think that I don't fly very high in my dreams because I am not all the way there in my transition yet? 

tinkerbell

[Kate]

Last night I dreamt that I was a woman scientist, walking up a forested mountain trail on my way back to a small research station which doubled as my home located atop the mountain peak. The hike was pleasant at first, starting in the warmer lower elevations. Birds were singing. Nice breeze. But as I got higher, the air got colder, the scenery became bleaker, and I started to to feel this horrible sense of dread, like something terrible in the woods was following me, getting closer.

I even laughed out loud, "What do you think it is, a bigfoot? You're a scientist, you don't believe in that silliness..."

Only now I realized I was walking much faster, and the fear just kept growing until I was nearly panicked.

The snowbanks on either side grew deeper and deeper until I had no choice but to run forward. I knew I was trapping myself now, but I sure as heck couldn't run back... I *knew* something was coming up the trail behind me. To run back meant certain death.

I finally rounded the bend at the top, slipping and skidding up to the wooden door built into the hillside. I fumbled for the key to the golden padlock securing the door, and after a moment or two got it open. I dashed inside, slammed the door shut, slid the padlock back on from the inside, snapped it shut again, and stepped back.

THUMP. Something rammed against the door. THUMP again.

"Oh my god, it's REAL!" I thought, deeply frightened now. Peeking out through the cracks, I could see a big, hairy monster lurking just outside, pacing back and forth, looking for a way in.

All I could think now was, "I'm completely alone up here, trapped in this place, buried underground. Cutoff from the world. No way to tell anyone, and no way out other than opening that door. My god, what do I do?"

And the only thing I could think of was... "We wait."

I woke up exhausted, panting, tears streaming down my face...

I fell back asleep and into another short snippet of a dream where my wife and I couldn't seem to find our car. So I borrowed a bicycle from someone, and had her sit on the seat while I pedaled. But for the life of me, I just couldn't figure out how to get us home from where we were, and I became more and more exhausted trying to pedal for us both...