03/02/02
Leave My Journal Alone
And now, last night's selection of nightmares. :)
This was a bit of the dream which seemed disconnected from the rest. It concerned my personal online journal on Stories.com. This journal has been the target in the past of poor ratings, in particular from a certain user. In my dream I came online (it was rather like walking into a room) to find that someone had signed up so many times just to ding me that their combined ratings on my journal brought the overall average down to one (worst). Yet at the same time, the journal seemed to have fewer ratings than it does now, like in the teens. I was VERY upset, especially that somebody hated me this much just to go to this trouble. What point did they have? But then I seemed to calm down and was going to just live with it, which is very different from what I would do in real life. I knew there was nothing I could do to change it, so why bother? Maybe in time the idiot behind it would get caught violating site rules, and be deleted. That was the most I could hope for.
You Do NOT Move My Computer!
I went out to use the computer--it was supposed to be my computer, but the dining room where it was looked a lot different--white or cream-colored walls, for example. More differences that I can't recall. Ma had gotten a new kind of computer shelf, but that might come in a minute. The monitor (the front was flat, I think, like Ma's monitor) for now sat on a shelf slightly above my head, but this was normal. I sat there typing until I noticed that the monitor had been moved just a bit to the side (turned, I should say), and this bugged me; I wanted it back the way I had had it before, which had been PERFECT. So I tilted and turned it this way and that, and back again, and every time I thought I finally had it perfect, I'd have to do it again. I left for a time, and then came back (only now the computer seemed to be near the microwave). I noticed that Ma had bought a new computer desk with all sorts of shelves and stuff and now the monitor sat up on an even higher shelf. This got me very upset for some reason; I just wanted the OLD shelf back! I started wailing and carrying on, like, "I want it back where it was! I want it back where it was!"...just like a baby. Ma didn't get mad, but she was a bit flustered since she'd gotten the desk because she liked it, and thought that I would too. I just wanted my own sense of order back. I demanded that the monitor be put on a lower shelf, but on this desk, there wasn't one. There didn't seem to be a place for the mouse either, or maybe it went up higher too. Whatever the case was, it wasn't conducive to typing, and I was VERY upset and wanted Ma to set the old desk back up again.
They were the same dream, but this now shifted into "When Cats Attack!"
When Cats Attack!
This dream continued out of "You Do NOT Move My Computer!"
Now this is the dream of the night that bothered me the most. It left me very rattled. It started out with me in the living room and Dad sitting on the couch; Ma was somewhere around, I believe. I looked out the northwest side window and saw a big orange tabby sitting out in the snow (it was kind of springlike outside) next to one of our trees, near the corner. "Hm, there's a cat out there," I murmured, then turned away to talk some more to Dad about something. I can't remember what we were talking about. But when I turned back to the window, now there was the orange tabby, and a smaller gray tabby sat beside it. "Oh. Now there's two cats," I said, a bit surprised. They got up and started walking across our lawn toward the front window, so I moved to it to watch. "Hey," I called to my parents. "There's two cats in the yard." I peered out the window and down at the ground to see them near the "bushes" we have planted there, only to notice..."Oh...no, it's three cats. No...four. No..."
The longer I kept looking around, the more cats I was suddenly seeing all around me. I don't know where they came from but they didn't SEEM to appear from nowhere; it's like they just kind of flocked to our yard, from where I couldn't tell. At first I thought this was rather interesting, that a flock of cats should be taking refuge on our lawn like they were birds. Why so many? They were all different kinds and colors. It's like they could hear me through the window, or the screens were open, or something; the windows in this dream didn't function as they do in real life, since later on they reached through them. But I knelt down in the very front window and started making kissing noises and such to get the cats' attention. There were so many, I wanted to pet a few.
They began to notice me now, looking up at the window and drawing closer. But they weren't as friendly as I'd expected them to be. Rapidly they began to grow hostile, not all of them necessarily hissing and spitting, but giving me these evil looks as they approached. Feeling uneasy, I started backing away.
Now, the specifics of what happened next are hazy in details, but clear in general. The cats' behavior escalated until they went nuts and started attacking our house via the windows, and I had to defend the place from them. Know the recurring theme of mine where children/teenagers are trying to come in the house and peer in all the windows, and I hide where there aren't any windows to look in? (See "Return Of The Watchers.") This was much similar to that, only with cats--a first! My anxiety level just went through the roof. My parents seemed to now be nowhere or just not concerned as I hastened to cover every window--and it seemed that as soon as I had one covered, two more were uncovered for some reason. I was getting so freaked out and I had to deal with it all on my own.
My own cat, Cosmas, wasn't making matters any easier. Seeing the other cats attacking through the windows, he was freaking out as well, trying to attack them back. I would close the blinds on one window and move on to the next, only for a cat to stick its paws in through the first, and to have Cosmas climb up and hiss and swipe at them. I kept pulling him down and running off with him, afraid he would get hurt. Well, at least he was on MY side!
I just kept moving from window to window, trying my hardest to block or at least cover every one over. I didn't want the cats to be able to see me inside, or I knew they would never stop attacking. I went into my bedroom to retreat from them but the cardboard on my south window was pulled a few inches to the side, sunlight pouring in. I hurried over and covered it as quietly as I could, repeating the action with anything else needed. Yet I was still terrified that they would be able to see me through a crack or hear me breathing...horrible feeling.
It gets hazier now. I went out into the living room and Dad was lying down on the couch...and for some reason this upset me. Ma didn't seem to be present anymore. I'm not sure why Dad being on the couch bothered me; I guess it was just because it wasn't normal for him. He seemed to be wearing like a gray sweatsuit or something, though maybe that's just me.
Near the very end of the dream there was something on TV that finally explained what was going wrong with all the cats. I remember a cartoon was on (it was afternoon), either The Simpsons or Family Guy. I think it changed from one to the other. The characters may have been singing something, and the dream ended with a song sung by a deep-voiced guy, about somebody named "Sheila." I don't remember the words, nor what any of this had to do with the cat attacks; but one of the programs elucidated on things so I didn't feel quite as nervous anymore. QUITE.
When I woke up from this one...I was too afraid to look out the windows!! ^_^;
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