I regularly dream about feral cats. I guess it’s not surprising since I sleep in the woods with a bunch of feral cats.
Last night I dreamed I was walking around in this city and Mini Scaredy (one of my feral cats) had followed me. So now I’m trying to figure out how to get her back to her home in the Berkeley hills. A loud city noise startles her and she goes running off down the street and I lose sight of her. So I spend a lot of time searching for her. Finally I find her hanging out in a back alley with a bunch of other feral cats. The cats are all brightly colored in pastel colors and day-glo colors and their faces have otherworldly features. And there’s a lion and tiger among them.
I pick up Mini Scaredy and carry her with me — something I’ve never done before — to keep her from running away.
We reach a bridge in this large bay that we have to cross to get back to the Berkeley hills. I jump down to this dock and Mini Scaredy jumps off of me and disappears. I spend a long time searching for her. Come across another pack of exotic-looking feral cats huddled under a bridge. But Mini Scaredy isn’t among them. I start to despair that Mini Scaredy fell into the water and died. I search and search to no avail.
But then it occurred to me that this was all just a dream and I had nothing to worry about. And then I woke up and Mini Scaredy was lying on my blankets sleeping peacefully.
So that dream had a nice happy ending.