posted on Jul, 1 2017 @ 09:28 PM
Well I'll start with some background. Two weeks ago my cat died. He was spoiled; slept on a pillow in my bed pushing me off of the mattress every
single night, never bothered me. We got him and his brother when they were born from a stray that my parents feed a little over six years ago. I
instantly bonded with him and have never had a cat like him. He would just dive at me and climb to my shoulders where he would sit for large stretches
of time. He always just wanted to be near me. Two weeks ago, with no warning, he just awoke early in the morning and growled. Then he just went limp.
It's been a quiet household since. We buried him back at my parents house where we originally got him and since then my wife wants a new kitten to
join the other six year olds...I am not mentally there yet.
Last night was the dream that I experienced. I was with my father in law and someone else. We drove down a dirt road to a white house in the woods. It
felt southern US in style. I alone walked to the front door where I was greeted by someone I do not know, an older woman. Her hand reached out taking
my wallet. I handed it over and went into the house where I was completely alone. The rooms were strange seemingly in disarray. Walls were crumbling
and out of order and the floors were not flat. I felt almost on a roller coaster moving through the hallways until I reached a white room.
The room was small and L shaped. There were two teenagers inside it sitting on benches that were built into the walls. They were not talking. I was
confused trying to figure out what I was doing here. I do not experience lucid dreaming and have never known that I was dreaming while I was asleep.
It was here that I saw my cat. It was a feeling of joy seemingly for both of us because he immediately jumped up onto me with all of his talkative
nature. It was like I never knew he was dead. It all felt normal. I seemed to get the sensation that I was here to get him and immediately walked to
the door and out into the yard before something seemed to tell me that this wasn't to be. I had to leave him. I didn't know why but I carried him
back inside and set him down. I stayed for a bit before deciding I had to leave and got up knowing that I had to go alone.
It was when I got back to the car that things seemed to go strange. My father in law and his friend were calm and ready to go but they immediately
asked if I had my wallet. It was odd but I went back for it and was told by the lady that it was upstairs. No matter how much I looked upstairs though
I could only find other people's wallets all filled with old money. I wasn't panicking but I was moving fast looking harder but again and again
couldn't find mine. It was then that the two teenagers started to talk to me. The one was choking and the other wanted my help but I couldn't move.
The older one seemed to get upset and then proceeded to save his friend or sibling or whatever before looking at me. It seemed to me that he was
saying just go. It was then that I woke up.
I'd say the only time I have gotten emotion from dreams was when my brother died but those were more like frustration from not being able to meet him
at some location. This one was different. At least for me. I still at the end of the day feel the anger from not being able to take my cat with me
even though no one said I couldn't. And I still feel that the wallet thing was different. Almost a sign in pass to something. It was the oddest dream
that I have had in quite some years.