roswell

I'm playing basketball at the park. It's a beautiful sunny day, no wind, perfect for my jumpshot.

We have trouble keeping score of the game (which happens in both waking and dreaming) but the game finally ends.

I get into my car to drive home and hear a tiny "meow". Down on the floorboard are two kittens. 2 more poke their heads out of the glove compartment and in the back seat are the mother and 2 more kittens.

"Got to find homes for cats again" I think as the dream fades.

We've got 4 rescue cats in waking life, the last one is a red tabby my daughter found in the snow outside her dorm room at college.

A couple of months ago this red cat jumped onto my lap and ran across the keyboard of my computer as I was about to enter a dream in my journal.

He typed 3 letters on the screen. "r-e-d". What is it with dreamers and cats?