My dear, blonde cat was then the one to sit on the step and try to puzzle things out. She completely missed where it went and as I left, she was prowling the front porch looking for her lost lizard. (She never found it. A couple of days later, I spotted him on a column wearing his green.)
I'm not feeling so great today. My stomach is a little upset and I'm really, really tired.
I went to bed relatively early, then woke up around 2am from a WTF? dream. Not scary or heart-pounding - just.... weird. I got up, drank some water, petted a cat, read for a few minutes, then lie down again only to fall back into the same dream again. This pattern repeated until 7:30 this morning until I woke up and HAD to get up. So. Tired.
What was this dream? Well, maybe you remember my friend who died back in February. When we first started dating, I was introduced to his house. It was a nice little three bedroom, one bath house. The carpeting was ancient; it needed painting; it needed some TLC. So back then, I started having these dreams about fixing up that house. Even after the relationship ended, I dreamed about that house. Those dreams continued sporadically right up until the day he died, about 19 years later. Then they stopped.
So imagine my shock and surprise when I dreamed about the house again last night. Only this time I wasn't fixing it, I was packing it up. JL was a real pack-rat. He had two whole rooms dedicated to holding stuff. And I had to sort it all out and get rid of it so his family could sell the house. This was the dream that had me waking up repeatedly last night.
Why am I still rolling this particular rock uphill? We stopped seeing each other 16 years ago. He died almost a year ago. What is it that keeps his house and him living on in my sub-conscious?
I wish I knew.