Wooden Man and Drowned Cat
Alright. I had this dream a night or two ago, and I've had no real luck 'deciphering' it, so here goes.
A little about me, beforehand:
I'm 24/f, single - pending divorce (mutual, not contested, it's whatever, really), living with 2 roommates (1f/1m), basically asexual at this point in my life - just not interested in relationships or whatnot, not even friends, really. I ran into an issue this past week (coincidentally the same day/day before) where my former stepfather - whom I despise - basically took off for the border of Canada with my three siblings (all much younger than me). They're fine; my oldest sibling is a smart cookie, and they won't be getting over the border without the grace of whatever deity.
About my dream:
I'm living in a big house with a man (I couldn't tell you what he looked like, he was just sort of 'there', nor if the house was new or old) that is stylized after the home I'm living in now. The biggest difference is that the floors are all wooden except for 1 or 2 rooms (bathroom and garage). After a time, for some reason we learn that we can't touch the floors because, if we do, our life is...drained away, somehow. Like, the house shortens our lives by flesh contact. So, we start to wear gloves whenever we do anything, and socks and shoes and long-sleeved shirts, just in case. It's all rather odd.
Around that time, a strange man sort of appears. He's made entirely out of wood and is sort of a part of the house, and sort of not. He cannot go where there is not wood floors. He seems malicious at first - doesn't speak, just kind of follows me around. Not the man I'm living with, just me. He creeps me out, but the man (I'm just going to assume he's supposed to be some sort of nameless, faceless lover) doesn't believe me, just thinks I'm being crazy. Note - my lover has taken to wearing gloves and long sleeves and the like, as well.
After a while, I stop finding the Wooden Man so creepy, and actually lay down on the floor, wrapped up in a blanket so that I'm not actually touching the floor with my skin, and he tells/I learn (somehow) that he had a son, at one point, who died in the house. After this, I take to talking to the Wooden Man like he's almost some sort of friend. My lover is still there, just sort of as a bg character - there, but no real interaction. I don't have any sort of relation with him, in any way.
I find out that there is a cat in the garage, and I want to get it out and take care of it, so I go into the garage, and I try and capture it, but it bites and scratches my hand. The cat is black and white, long haired. For some reason I just know that this cat has rabies, and that I am going to die because of this cat.
The Wooden Man tells me I need to get rid of the cat, so I go into the garage, capture the cat, and drown it in my sink before I am ready to go to the hospital to 'die'.
The most nerve wracking part about this dream is that, I swear to God, I could feel the lub dub, lub dub of the cat under my hands getting faster and then slower while I drowned it in the kitchen sink. That's one thing I cannot get out of my head. It put me in a cold sweat. I jumped out of bed and I had this overwhelming need to check to make sure I hadn't smothered my actual cat or dogs in my sleep. It was horrifying, and I could swear I still feel the sensation in my hands after I had already woken up.
Any ideas would be awesome. I just can't get it out of my head.
Thanks!
