Couldn’t be…could it?
The other morning I had a dream. It was nice. In this dream I was holding a tiny, fuzzy little kitten to my chest, cupped safely in my hands so as not to fall. The squirming critter made little cat noises as I stroked it on it’s head. Did I mention that it was nice—the dream that is?
The kitten, however, got a little more ‘squirmy’ and began trying to climb out of my arms and onto my shoulders—as cats do. But I held it in place against my chest and continued to pet it.
Now, somewhere deep in my subconscious brain I knew this couldn’t be happening. The cat wasn’t real and neither were the sounds it was making. It was just a dream. Analyzing further, all the while still petting the cat (in my dream), my genius brain has determined that he ( the cat) is actually the down covers that I’ve cupped into a tiny ball and that the sounds are of my husband snoring. Are you with me so far?
SUBCONSCIOUS: “But wait….my husband doesn’t make kitten sounds when he snores. It’s more like a freight train making it’s way through a tornado more so than anything else.”
ME: “Maybe it’s his alarm clock going off or one of the kids radios playing. This is such a cute kitten.”
SUBCONSCIOUS: “Yes I know it’s a cute kitten, but the sound it’s making can’t be the alarm clock. The clock sounds like a fog horn when it goes off. And as far as the kids radio being the suspect, you turned all of them off before you went to bed. The kitten is not real.”
ME: ” Yes I know; we’ve already established that fact. But the sound it’s making sure does seem real to me. I mean I can hear it with my real ears, not just the ones in my dream. There, it did it again. Now tell me that wasn’t real…”
About this time in my conversation with myself, I stopped the petting of the kitten(in my dream) and let it go. It ( the kitten, not my subconscious) scampered up the front of my shirt and over my shoulder.
ME: “Wow! that felt real. I even felt its hair brush against my neck and it’s paws with their tiny claws (ha, ha, I just made a rhyme…) on my shirt.”
SUBCONSCIOUS: ” So did I …”
I’m now wide awake and sitting up in bed, staring at my pillow. I grabbed it and flipped into the air, karate chopping it, to see if anything would jump out. Nothing. I felt around in my hair ( things are always getting stuck in that mess of mine). Nothing. Up went the covers next…nothing. I then checked the floor and under the bed and still found nothing. The only thing i did find was my husband, asleep.
So after re-fluffing my pillow, I dozed back off to sleep albeit reluctantly as I was still miffed about the dream. Later that morning when both me and hubby were drinking coffee, I told him of my dream. A wide smile exploded across his face.
“What? What’s so funny?” I asked, confused.
” The other morning when I was getting ready for work,” he began stifling a bit of laughter, ” a mouse darted across the closet floor.”
“Are you kidding? Why didn’t you say something?” I asked horrified as I quickly climbed up onto the nearest chair —not that I’m scared of mice or anything. It’s just the cootie factor that gets me.
” Maybe it was the mouse you were holding.”
He drank the last sip of his coffee and left the room, laughing out loud as he went. His comment left me wondering.
” EWEUHHHHH, YUCK!!! It couldn’t have been the mouse, could it?”
Who knows? But what I do know is this: I’m heading to the nearest store for some mouse traps.