I had a dream about a cat who is no longer with us named Casper. He was a big grey and white medium haired cat with yellow eyes.
He was in a field behind the house, though we’ve never lived in a house with a field behind it. I called him over.
Suddenly his tail was shorter than it was. I was skritching him while he purred, realized I was dreaming and told him to bring the rest of his tail next time. Then I woke up. Good thing too because I probably wouldn’t have remembered that part if the dream went on longer.
That was nice.
hell yes, let me not be the only one dreamposting. good one, bud.
You seem to have a better memory for dreams than me. I remember shorter bits than you seem to.
most nights i’m lucky to remember anything. unfortunately, almost every time i dream about cats, they are sick or deformed or dying or in danger. a relatively nice dream about a cat is a great thing.
Such dreams can be small gifts—fleeting but full of emotion and memories. I’m glad you got to share that moment with him again, even if only for a short time.