The Dream Journal

A vague memory of being in a place like a recording studio with some people, recording some kind of lost melody.

I'm in an apartment like my friends old place, the sun is setting mysteriously. I call up to an attic to get a cat down. It comes down with surprisingly little fuss. I pet it and carry it, it doesn't like that as much. I have to put it in a carrier, my mom can't decide which one. The cat is clawing me and pushing up against me, I'd like her to make up her mind.

That's all she wrote.