DREAMS

I was in this room with several other people, just hanging out, and someone let in a bunch of cats and kittens (which pleased me, as it always does)...and I saw my best college friend sitting on a couch - she didn't seem to recognize me at that point - or at least didn't acknowledge me. Which bothered me a tad, but I didn't let it get to me. I thought of her children (that she has now).

And then I was back with her and her husband, and got it into my head I'd timeslipped - and was back with them back in '88, or maybe a year or so later - when I'd been been an apartment mate of theirs along with one other person (never mind that the place we were in now wasn't the actual apartment from back then). And...I started getting all excited, wondering if I was going to get to live through those subsequent years again, and if I now had the chance to 'change things'... We were all watching tv, and I started trying to ask my friend about what if I told her about the future, whether something really Bad might happen if I did..(as she didn't believe me), and I remember her guy shushing me. I started feeling like just some Annoyance to them, or at least him. Which kind of hurt. Then I got excited again, suddenly struck by the realization...maybe I could s omehow help ensure that the Sept. 11 tragedies didn't happen!! Stuff like that. I also at one point specifically also thought about avoiding some of the paranormal-related Badness that some friends of mine and I felt had happened to us back in '00. Specifically, 'hybrid' attacks-style Badness. Which disturbs me, as it risks making that all again seem as 'real' as I in the past have assumed it to be - an assumption I don't fully accept currently. So I must now wonder if all of what I hoped to change or prevent in last night's dream represents objectively real traumas. After all, I know Sept. 11 happened - while the other stuff I'd much prefer to forget or discount. When mention of it shows up in a dream, I worry that there's something more to it after all.

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I was in my childhood bedroom, which I still use when I visit the folks, and my dad came into the room and said they were going to do the room over, and was asking me about what I wanted it done as. I protested but more in a 'Oh don't both er' way, and he made it clear, they were going to do it over, and I would let them know what I really wanted in a room. Then he left again. I remember feeling guiltily interested in whether they would really do it, get it done to my specific ations. I believe I was thinking of how several pieces of furniture I have currently would work well in that room once done over.

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I was in a supermarket, apparently on a shopping expedition with my parents...and I started looking for someone else, s ome guy - and I don't recall who it was. Almost felt like another 'past' moment (not one that necessarily actually happened, just a moment where I felt younger, back in something which could have been my past). I might have been seeking a classmate, an in teresting guy I found attractive, even a family member. But someone male. And whoever he was disappeared, though I hadn't had time to search the store thoroughly yet. I looked around a bit, then pushed outside, prepared to get on one of several buses waiting there, to look for him, having gotten the impression he might have boarded one. My 'parents' who were around somewhere, were a bit concerned, wondering where I was going. As my recall ends, I hadn't yet gotten on said bus to check.
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