late November 2014
Was looking out window toward end of street/road/lane. Cars were gathering at bus stop, and one of them was Rex. I told whomever was with me, "Look, Rex is at the bus stop."
They would say "How do you know it's him? You can't see his face."
Which was true. He was looking down, or away, from any direct look. He was always one for the averted face; the sidelong look.
"I know it's him. The way he holds his head, the line of head and neck, the way he moves. Besides, he's wearing his cream and beige (or white and brown, depending on who I was talking to) fuzzy shirt."
"But," I wondered, "what is he doing at the bus stop?"
And, always, the other person would say (in different tones) "Well, I don't see him."
I don't know where this bus stop was, or where and how I was looking toward it. Parts of it were like Hailey's bus stop, yet it wasn't at the trailer park. Although we could have been in a trailer.
I dreamed this little snippet several times. Each time the person with me was someone else. Tracy, Mary, Tammy, and a couple others who I am not sure of -- internet friends, I think.
Also, the colors I used to describe the shirt were tailored to the other person as well. Beige and cream, brown and white, grey and beige, or grey and white. Always the fuzzy shirt. In the dream had quite an argument with Tracy because she kept saying she didn't know what shirt I was talking about, and I kept saying the fuzzy shirt.
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They would say "How do you know it's him? You can't see his face."
Which was true. He was looking down, or away, from any direct look. He was always one for the averted face; the sidelong look.
"I know it's him. The way he holds his head, the line of head and neck, the way he moves. Besides, he's wearing his cream and beige (or white and brown, depending on who I was talking to) fuzzy shirt."
"But," I wondered, "what is he doing at the bus stop?"
And, always, the other person would say (in different tones) "Well, I don't see him."
I don't know where this bus stop was, or where and how I was looking toward it. Parts of it were like Hailey's bus stop, yet it wasn't at the trailer park. Although we could have been in a trailer.
I dreamed this little snippet several times. Each time the person with me was someone else. Tracy, Mary, Tammy, and a couple others who I am not sure of -- internet friends, I think.
Also, the colors I used to describe the shirt were tailored to the other person as well. Beige and cream, brown and white, grey and beige, or grey and white. Always the fuzzy shirt. In the dream had quite an argument with Tracy because she kept saying she didn't know what shirt I was talking about, and I kept saying the fuzzy shirt.
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Dec 3/4, 2014
The night before my procedure, at Rita's house.I don't remember any specific details (no storyline)
Rex, laughing and teasing and somehow vibrant. Sunshine, blue skies, summertime.
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Dec 9/10 2014
I couldn't find the cat. She was running and hiding from me. Eventually someone (I think my mother) said "Here's the cat" But it was the wrong cat. Thr one found was a really really dark grey tabby striped cat. She also had two weak and wobbly kittens. They, in fact, were how we found the dark cat, who was hiding in a pike of laundry or clothes basket.
I said "That's not my Precious. That's Beautiful. She's not here."
Eventually I found my cat when she brought me her healthy kittens.
My cat's name is Rainbow. And unless she's been partying while I'm at work, there are no kittens in the offing (at this time.)
I read a lot of waiting and looking in these dreams. Not much else.
I read a lot of waiting and looking in these dreams. Not much else.
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