My Brain
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Lucid Intent? No
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I've got to check on my new kitten that lives out in the backyard. I find her and rub her fur while she stretches and purrs. I muse to myself that I really cannot tell the different between this new kitten and my older cat Phoebe. (Phoebe is my waking life cat, the kitten was a dream kitten.)
The weather seems very changeable, the skies are grey and I can't tell if we're heading into evening or what. I worry that the little kitten will be cold out of doors, should I bring her in? Then I'm given the knowledge that the little cat lives underground in a *lobe*. The lobe is a sort of tiny cavern, with several more identical little caverns abutted up to one another in a complex linear underground system. In my mind's eye, I can see into several of the lobes, a romping bunch of puppies live in one of the lobes quite close to where the new kitten lives.
The dogs in the next door neighbors yard start barking like mad, all thronging against the fence wanting attention.
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I'm in my old apartment that I lived in in 1980, 81. Someone I know very well in the dream is telling me that I really need a new tea kettle. I begin to inspect my old kettle curiously, what's wrong with it? As I do this, the landlord comes to the door and starts asking me about Greg's old shoe repair shop. I start to explain about it, when I realize I haven't paid the rent. I apologize to the landlord. In the background there are several kids and some adults walking around, going about their business. They feel like family to me.
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Everyone is going out, but the house needs to be cleaned. I know they're going to make ME do it, and I protest internally telling myself how unfair life is. Sure enough, I'm the one told to clean up the big mess even though I want to run outside and play, too! I grumble to myself as I begin to straighten up the place, what do they think my name is..Cinderella? I furiously tug the sheets on the bed into place, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction, dare I say, even pleasure in the work. It occurs to me that even though I feel put upon and angry that I don't get to go out and play, I sort of like the position I'm in for some unfathomable reason.
