Blue_Opossum

Morning of July 28, 2014. Monday.



In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and children and I are at my (deceased in real life) sister Marilyn’s house in La Crosse. We all seem happy and my dream is mostly uneventful until I see a strange small animal with a somewhat longer body and short light-gray fur. It is running over the floor to get to the far corner from where I am seated in the living room, to where there is apparently a large mouse-hole in the baseboard. The creature, somewhat rodent-like, does not fully look like a real animal at first. However, in my dream, it is “known” to be a type of mole. I am soon able to pick it up and it is about twice the size of a mouse. After a short time, it begins to “vibrate” quite heavily with an intriguingly amplified catlike purring sound that moves through its entire body and seemingly through mine a little. I draw attention to the creature and its tame behavior to everyone else. The details of holding the animal and hearing and feeling the purring from it are extraordinarily vivid and pleasing. I would say it is like a composite of a large mouse and a very small mole with partial catlike behavior, although I think it is somewhat nervous in being picked up and carried around.

Knowing it is not a pet however, I am aware that I probably should let it go soon into the backyard, but am somewhat reluctant to do so. I am not sure that it will be able to survive. I briefly contemplate having it in a cage in the shed but do not take that course of action. Instead, I set it down on the grass near the back door and it scurries westward.

Shortly after this, my brother-in-law Bob finds it and starts poking it with a stick in a larger but shallow recess in the yard that seems as if it may be a nest of some kind. (A very similar thing happened with a very large opossum that found its way into his shed in reality about twenty years ago and I was annoyed by how he was mindlessly jabbing it with a large stick, trying to get it to go in no particular direction each time though it eventually left on its own after he left the shed.)

After a short time though, he stops. He then starts being despondent over his future and how he will have to live somewhere else soon, yet supposedly has no money or way to survive. For some reason he asks about my family’s survival as well, and he remains annoyed by my positivity and optimism. This part is unusual because it reflects the fact that my sister (his wife) had died earlier this year even though she had been alive in my dream a short time prior to this scenario.

The next part is quite strange, because it seems to relate to three “realities” at the same time. My wife and children living or trying to survive without me upon my apparent demise is the first “layer”. My “additional” living with them in a different house (instead of the large Loomis Street house - though my family has never been to America in real life) as another “layer”, and in the last “layer”, I am also living with my brother-in-law in a small apartment. Even though this seems to be a simultaneous three-way “composite of time” (similar to how locations are sometimes oddly trilocated), it is more like three potential branches of the “same” skewed timeline. “Alternate” histories have been in other dreams and seem not that uncommon.

This unusual mole possibly represents my persistence in trying to resolve lifelong mysteries (even long after they had been addressed and partly “solved” on certain mundane levels) by continuously “digging deeper”.