I have nightmares on the regular, but I’ve grown used to it and it certainly doesn’t detain me from sleeping as much as I can. Today I had a particularly colourful and hilarious nightmare.
I was sleeping, but I dreamt that I was woken up by some noise. The noise turned out to be the sound of rubbish bags piled on my shoe rack (ready to be taken out when the decision is ripe), now in the process of tumbling down because the cat tossed them over. While I do have a cat, my cat doesn’t climb furniture and knock down rubbish. I immediately got suspicious. It appeared that my cat was sleeping peacefully on the window sill, and another cat was tampering with my rubbish. But how did the other cat get in here?
I fully woke up (while sleeping) and explored. There was indeed an extra calico cat in the flat (my cat is a tabby, and I dreamt a calico cat because I’ve been to a cat cafe the day before and cuddled a calico cat called Masha). There was also an extra hole in the entrance door, through which the calico got in. I was furious because nothing enrages me as much as damage on property (I don’t know why I care, the flat is rented and hence not my property).
I shot out of the door in my red nightie (in fact I was sleeping in my black nightgown), barefooted and with no glasses (that was rather shortsighted of me because I’m shortsighted). I ran downstairs and found a big black charred hole there. There were some construction workers (when I woke up in fact, someone in the house was drilling so vehemently that the floor was vibrating), whom I asked what had happened. You’ve been struck by lightning, one worker said. I was struck. But I thought it fortunate that I had my legs freshly shaved so that I was at least moderately presentable.
For reasons unexplained in the dream, I had to walk round the block (still wearing the red nightie and no shoes) to get back to my flat, which seemed to be suspended in mid-air over the burnt-down site of the house. At my door there was a medium sized brown bear trying to eat my dumb cat, who was fighting back. In rage, I threw myself at the bear with my bare hands, kicked its ass and saved the cat and the day.
I drove the intruding calico cat out of my flat and it disappeared at the neighbour’s, whose corridor looked like a chinatown alley (I dreamt this because I wanted to eat Asian noodles for dinner but didn’t have any). I found that my flat door didn’t lock, so I barricaded it from the inside with one of the two taburet stools which I don’t own.
As I was about to collapse in tears and was deciding on whom to call to cry on the phone (I don’t have anyone to call), I woke up for real. There were no extra cats, bears or holes. Just an overactive neighbour drilling holes in his property. How boring.