The tale of six cats, a cat-killing couple and an angry cheerleader

I had met up with my brother at old Giants Stadium for some college football game but he was looking for the older couple who had watched his fat, orange tabby cat* while he had been out of town. I brought my cats with me and they were in my brother's car along with our parents' two cats. As we walked through the concourse of the arena, we had a hard time staying together because it was so packed with tons of people. We got to the practice gym (which of course was off of the concourse?) and just outside the door was the cheerleaders practicing for the game. I accidentally bumped into one of them who had her left arm in a sling and she was really upset with me despite my apology. She was a light-skinned black girl with wild short curly hair and as I followed my brother through the gym, she followed me saying really nasty, mean things. We crossed the gym floor right along center court and when got to the other side, the older couple that had been cat-sitting my brother's cat were there, walking in from the doors on that side. Behind them, I could see the football field and tons of people in their seats.

Steve said hi to them and they handed him a bag of sourdough bread in the shape of a cat - it looked like this except a cat not an alligator. It was way too light to be an actual cat but I grabbed it from him and ripped off the plastic because I thought it actually was his cat and obviously the cat needed to breathe. Steve was really upset and confused; the older couple explained that the cat had gotten sick while they were watching him and the vet they took him to suggested putting him down, so they did. Steve started to cry because they hadn't called him to ask if it was okay, and he loved that cat. I felt awful for him but the cheerleader started running her mouth again so I turned to face her to tell her off. I told her how rude it was that they all took up so much space on the concourse during such a busy time and she responded by punching me in the shoulder. I really wanted to hit her back but I held back for some reason. She tried to bait me into hitting her by hitting me again, but Steve was wrapping up his conversation with the older couple so I just walked away.

We got outside and I tried to console him as we walked to his car. We got to the parking spot and all five cats - my three and our parents' two - were laying around the wheels, basking in the sun. I opened up the trunk of the metallic gray 4Runner and grabbed Charlie by the collar and dropped him inside, shutting the trunk door behind him. I had to gather the rest of the cats and each time I had to shut the trunk behind them so that they didn't run out. I got Cali next - who looked nothing like she does in real life; she was all black - then Raider. I watched through the window as Raider and Charlie sniffed each other and they seemed to get along, so I turned my attention back to the rest of the cats. Diamond tried to bolt past me but I was able to cuff her and collect her into my arms. I got her inside the car, then had to go to the back seat on the passenger side to get Cash, who, through all the commotion, was laying halfway under the car next to the back right tire. She saw me trying to sneak up on her and she hopped to her feet, ready to bolt, but I reached down and snagged her tail just in the nick of time. She meowed at me but I gathered her and put her inside the car on the passenger side, then got into the front seat and Steve and I drove away, headed home.

There was more to this dream but I can't recall anything other than I think it was set in high school.

*He doesn't actually have a cat in real life.

Real estate, a motorcyle chase and a party

I was with a friend who was looking for houses in San Antonio and we were in this cute one bedroom that had an upstairs loft, it was very spacious, it had a great backyard. I fell in love with the house and wanted to buy it, especially since the price had dropped from $249,000 to $205,000 but the only thing stopping me was that it was in San Antonio and I didn't know how long I would be staying in town so I didn't want to have anything tying me down. The dividers between each room downstairs - the foyer, living room, dining room - were folding doors like a Japanese dressing screens, but there was no pattern on them, they were solid navy blue. There was a hill in the backyard and I saw it from a movie camera angle; it was beautiful and I'd invited all of my friends to check it out so I could see them mingling.

I was chasing Nic through a city on foot and he was on his motorcycle except it was neon blue, not orange like it is in real life. He didn't know I was following him so he wasn't driving very fast; I had to stay out of sight because I knew if he saw me following him he'd speed away and I'd lose him. Finally I tracked him to this older concrete building with a spiral staircase up to a bell tower. It wasn't very tall. I saw his motorcycle parked outside so I went up the stairs quietly. As I rounded the last turn before reaching the bell tower at the top, I saw Nic laying on his back with his head down, looking like he was asleep. He heard my footsteps and his eyes popped open. When he realized it was me, he scrambled to his feet and ran upstairs in a panic, only to realize that there was nowhere else to go because he was at the top. He turned to me and demanded to know why I'd followed him. I asked him, "Isn't it obvious?"

I was with Amy, my brother and a girl that he brought in line at an event that was kind of like Wurstfest. There was a long line to get into the event and then the line split off to the right if you wanted to get a wristband to drink beer. As we approached the beer line, I debated getting a wristband even though we weren't going to be staying very long. I jumped into the beer line and Amy followed as my brother and the rest of our group moved forward. We waited in the beer line for a few minutes then decided that we didn't want to drink after all, so we went around the main line on the left side and rejoined our group just as they were getting to the front; there was a handrail blocking the very front of the line and we ducked back into line just before the handrail blocked us off. The guy behind us let us in because he remembered us from earlier and then we wound up hanging out with him and his friends for a while. There were four of us and three of them; we went to a diner-like restaurant only it was in a mini mall so it was set-up like a regular restaurant. We put in our order and shortly thereafter our food arrived - my brother ordered the sampler platter to share w/his date, and Amy and I had ordered the same thing. One of our new friends had the bacon cheese burger and the other had a rib platter. The third friend had disappeared. A different waitress came over a few minutes later with some country gravy and I told her that I hadn't ordered any but to check with my brother - I pointed across the table - because he may have. She told me she'd been sent over so she had to put the gravy on someone's plate, and she poured it on the rest of our food. I was pissed, needless to say, and Amy and I ate around the food w/gravy on it.

The diner turned into a dance party and we were all having a great time. I was ready to leave with another friend of mine (can't remember who) who had shown up later but he was too drunk to drive and I hadn't been drinking, so I offered to get him home safely. I needed to get back to my place - just up the street - after, though, so I asked Amy to follow us in her car. She was hesitant because she wasn't ready to leave yet but I convinced her that it was ok to leave, the party was dying down anyway, and my friend lived in Amy's house in real life so it was just up the hill to get to our house which I guess Amy and I shared in the dream. She finally agreed so I took off w/my guy friend and got him into his house safely. I waited for Amy but she was taking a while so I started to walk up the hill to our house when she pulled up next to me and drove the rest of the way. I got to my room and there was a pair of faded royal blue boots sticking out from under the head of my bed. Also, on the wall, I saw a cell of Scar from the Lion King walking. I guess I was a little more drunk than I'd thought because the lights faded out around everything but the cell and it looked like Scar was walking towards me.

Suspect motives and input from real life

I was working with the Monarchs and they were playing their first round playoff game against Seattle at home, but the gym looked like UIW's gym. I was passing out stats on the far side, to all the media members, but I saw this happening through a movie camera angle. I saw my intern from 2009, Ashlei, on the other side, doing not much of anything other than gabbing with some people that worked with us. I looked up at the scoreboard and saw that it was 110-39 in the third quarter. The dream cut to the end of the fourth quarter, where I saw myself walking with a coworker and saying, "I think Seattle is going to win back-to-back championships," and the person with me agree. I looked down at the two-page box score in my hands as I was passing it out and saw that the final score was 82-72; I said, "Well the final score doesn't really reflect how badly we got our butts kicked tonight."

Cut to a house of a married man, his wife was coming home and I had Mom's bracelet on, boots, and a pair of this older woman's gloves. I tried to sneak out of the house but she came running after me with a pretty large rock - about the size of a soccer ball - yelling at me to return her bracelet and gloves and pug dog. I turned around to see how close she was and I realized that she was gaining on me, even though she was much older than me and also carrying a large, heavy rock. I turned around and started to run backwards so that I could tell her that my brother and I didn't steal her dog, that we aren't really dog people so why would we take her pug, etc. She continued to gain on me so I turned around and tried to run forwards, but there was this giant wind that was slowing me down to the point where the woman caught up to me and grabbed my arm. She yelled, "You couldn't take anything from my house without me knowing because I have cameras everywhere! Plus, you couldn't just run away or drive away, I have sensors on every last thing in my house so I'd always know where they are, including my husband!" I was shocked that she had taken the time to inventory everything she owned. I yelled back, "I didn't do anything with him, he just gave me a ride home!" and I thought about the ride home, which I saw from a movie camera angle right at the restaurant on Eisenhower near the Beaufort turn; we were playing "Pictionary Man" in the car as this woman's husband drove. I took off the bracelet and continued running. I dropped it, meaning for it to slow her down as she picked it up, but the wind that was slowing me down picked up the bracelet and hefted it into the woods along the road we were running. She cried out in horror as what she thought was her bracelet flew away and I yelled over my shoulder, "I was just trying to drop it, not throw it!" I finally reached my brother's apartment and the door was slightly ajar. I could see in the windows that Kelsey Grammer was in there as well as a few people that my brother is friends with in real life. Neil was there doing sit-ups on a weight-lifting bench. They saw me through the window when I knocked, then they called for Ste to come to the door. I saw a few dogs running around the place, too, which I thought was strange. Finally, someone came to the door and opened it, asking why I didn't just come in since they left the door unlocked for me. I went inside and was about to tell my brother the whole story when I realized that C.H. from the Silver Stars was there with her dog.

The dream morphed to me being in the backseat of a car looking out the window to see what we passed - an old barn-looking building that was a T-shirt design store, right on the corner of Eisenhower and Passaic, where the bank is in real life in my hometown. The car turned right and I saw an old, concrete basketball court with two hoops but no nets.

People from three different times of my life

I was in my elementary school's auditorium for some sort of assembly that required a large crowd to be there. M.D.S. was there and she asked me if I liked her new hair style - she had a short bob to her chin and full bangs. I told her that it looked cute, very similar to how she used to wear it, just shorter, and that it was very flattering on her. We were sitting in the bleachers that were on the girls locker room side of the gym.

I was working with K.K. and E.R. when our office morphed into a Limited or New York & Co. I went to try on jewelry and bemoaned the fact that these stores put all the cute stuff by the register to increase impulse buying. Somehow I overcame my desire to purchase a long beaded necklace that went to my belt line and sat back down at my desk, telling my friends that I had to focus on getting my work done instead of on buying jewelry that I didn't really need.

I had a doctor's appointment and I rode my bike to his office. I paid the $25 copay but then canceled the appointment because I had to get over to the campus theater to see a show w/Wade. I hopped on my bike and pulled out my Blackberry to utilize Google maps so I could get to where the bike racks were. As I rode, I met up with Wade and someone else, both of whom were walking there so I hopped off of my bike and pushed it the rest of the way. Google maps took us down this concrete path, where all these college students were walking past us in the opposite direction and looking at us because we were clearly older than college student age. We also had to go through the campus bookstore, which made it awkward for me since I was pushing a bicycle. We walked out the back door of the store and finally got to this little quad area with an awning and giant pillars. We waited until the lines for the bike racks opened and Wade and I rushed over to get a good spot. I thought I'd forgotten my lock but then I looked at the front end of my bike and there it was; I told Wade that I used to keep my lock on the back end and out of force of habit, looked there for it first. The bikes all were pretty close together off to the side of this mini-quad; I pushed the front wheel up underneath the bottom rung of the rack, up this little hill, so that the lock could be strung through my front tire, the body of the bike, and the back tire. Wade told me she was getting in line for the Wi-Fi code so when I was done locking up my bike, I turned to go meet her. I ran into a girl who I apparently knew, she told me she had the same medical condition that I had and asked me how I dealt with it. I told her that I dealt with it by not talking to almost-strangers about it, and walked over to Wade who had just gotten out of the line. She was holding a white, flat box that had the word "bologna" on the side. The Wi-fi people were giving out lunch, too. I said "Bologna, really?! You would!" to Wade, but then she flipped the box over so I could see the front of it, where there was a picture of a grilled chicken sandwich. We both laughed and I told her I was getting in line, too; I wasn't certain that my Blackberry needed to have Wi-Fi access to work but I really just wanted a sandwich. As I stood in line, I pondered why we would need Wi-Fi to go watch this show, anyway.

Another amusement park

For the second night in a row, I dreamt about amusement parks (last night, Nic and I were at Splash Mountain but it was all indoors, in a warehouse, with no critters - essentially just a log flume - and we stole some T-shirts that belonged to a kid I went to middle school with, Trey). I was at the park as part of a school trip and I went on a ride with AP's brother and a group of other people. The ride staff gave me a pair of sunglasses to put on that look like the black Oakleys I have; apparently, this was to tell the person inside the ride that I was supposed to be a big part of the experience. Once inside the pod that you went through the ride in, the person inside asked me all sorts of questions about my family, why I was at the park, etc. and he searched my backpack. I had textbooks and a first aid kit in there. AP's brother just kind of sat by and watched all this happen. I didn't get to see in my dream what the ride was like because it cut to the next part.

I was walking around with two girls who were friends a guy that I was interested in. He was rich and he paid for our tickets to the park and all of our food - everything. We walked around for a while and he seemed to be interested in me, too. I had to go to the bathroom so my friend - Jamie, another person from middle school - and I went in. We wound up being in there for a really long time because we both had to... I finished before her though and was starting to get ready to leave then I remembered that I needed to use a tampon so I took the time to do that. When I grabbed my jacket and backpack off the hook inside the stall and left, I could see that my friend was still in her stall - I could see her sneakers. I got to the sink to wash my hands and a woman in a stroller began to talk to me. She handed me a magazine and asked me to watch her kid while she used the bathroom because the stroller wouldn't fit into a stall. I flipped through the magazine and briefly wondered if she would mind if I tore out some of the product coupons, then decided to go ahead and do it because she probably wouldn't notice. One of the coupons was for Wisp brushes.

Once outside, I morphed to my aunt's backyard - which looked nothing like it does in real life - and I was sitting at the end of a picnic table. Next to me was my brother, on the other side of his was my mom and on the other side of her was my dad. My cousin sat across from us all as my aunt went in and out of the screen door into the house to bring out the picnic lunch. Someone brought up "Who's On First?" and the four in my family all pointed at one another and cracked up at the fact that we all knew the references. My cousin didn't get it because he was only around 6-years-old (although he is in college in real life).

A lot of back and forth with location

I was texting a few different guys throughout the day, one of whom was my neighbor, because I was trying to make plans with them to hang out on separate occasions. They all were guys that I was sort of interested in or were sort of interested in me. I didn't hear back from one of them for a while and when I finally did, he told me that he couldn't text while he was at work, he had to wait until he was "back in the 973" to be able to text me. Apparently he lived in New Jersey but worked elsewhere.

I was at UR for work in the SID office, I'd gone back to help Dennis. He had a few student workers who were decent and he asked if I had a preference as to who helped me out with the men's soccer game that day. I think it was Meliora weekend so there were a lot of events back-to-back; I was handling soccer while Dennis took care of another simultaneous event. I didn't have a preference as to who helped me w/soccer as long as it was someone who knew about the sport. The game was really competitive. UR was playing a team whose colors were royal blue and white. I sat in the press box but it was a lot closer to the field than it is in real life at Fauver and it also was not centered but rather it was closer to the visitor's bench side. The benches were really close to the sideline so that made it a little tricky when it came to calling the ball out of bounds on that side. The ref made a questionable call that was in the favor of UR right in front of the visiting team's bench; they all were pointing in their direction, to the left, but the ref called it UR's ball. On the ensuing play, the ball went out again in front of the visitor's bench but the ref couldn't tell whose ball it should be, so he threw it in. He didn't do a full throw in though, it was more of a chest pass, and someone in the stands yelled "that throw was way too flat!"

I was at the house I had moved into at Rochester when I took the job w/Dennis and I went out to the mailbox. There was no one in the street - no kids playing, no cars driving by, no nothing. I grabbed my mail and sifted through it, tossing the junk mail into the conveniently placed trashcan. There was a bunch of junk mail, candidate fliers, etc. that I dropped into the trashcan and then all that was left in my hands were two voter ballot packets for the election tomorrow - one was addressed to me and one was addressed to Nic, both at the address of my new house.

One of the houses at the end of the street was showing a movie projected onto the side of their house. I stood in the street - it must have been closed off because not a single car drove by - with the sun on my face as it set to my right. I couldn't believe that there wasn't a single kid out there watching with me, or playing. I thought to myself, "They are missing this really cool thing because they're probably inside playing their stupid video games."

I was back in the press box watching the equestrian event. There was a blonde girl who needed to mount a horse to win but she was standing in front of the horse's face - the horse was facing me while the girl had her back to me - and as she watched her opponent race up to the same horse, she jumped up over the horse's head and landed in the saddle, thereby winning the event.

There was someone stuck inside my house, he was tied up with his head in the fireplace. Even though there was a fire, he wasn't burning, he had some blue thing on his face, like a cloud of dust you'd see in a cartoon. He yelled that there was a rocket in his eyes, and all of a sudden I was back in the street watching my upstairs window as the rocket shot off - a little fireworks display came out of my window as the rocket show out of my chimney.