I was ill, not too long ago.
I’ll spare you the gory details, but it was enough to put my body into a peculiar state of… shock, I guess, with uncontrollable shivering, sweating and a sleepless night.
The following night I was able to catch up on my sleep. I was wrapped up in blissful, peaceful oblivion for something like 12 hours or so.
To say I needed it is an understatement.
Now, I know people who have odd dreams. Fantastical flights of fancy that could take them almost anywhere, at any time. I know other people who have gloriously cinematic dreams – the sort of thing that would make a great film script. Or dreams that have very clear, tangible roots in the real world, almost like a way for their brain to digest what’s happened. I know some people who manage to merge all three and stay sane.
Me? I tend not to dream much. I try not to read too much into it. Maybe I’m at peace. Maybe I’m lacking imagination. Who knows?
But that night, I dreamt.
I was in a flat – a strange mash-up of identifiable bits from at least three addresses I’d either lived in or spent a lot of time in over recent years. Nothing was too untoward about the place. Nothing was out of the ordinary.
Except that I had a small, snowy-white kitten. And adorable thing.
I’ve never owned a cat.
It was in the kitchen, standing over its food and water bowls.
Totally inanimate, on all fours. Just staring down at an empty food bowl.
It was more like a stuffed toy than an actual cat.
It still seemed happy, though. It certainly wasn’t annoyed with me. Or sad.
It just kept staring.
I wondered if I should feed it wet or dry food. I realised I had no idea what it preferred; I must have only just adopted him. Her? It.
I always thought I’d get a dog.
I don’t think I agonised over the decision for hours – but, considering how long I was asleep for, there’s a very good chance I really did.
The cat never moved. It just kept staring.
I poured some dry food in the bowl. Wet cat food always had a funny smell, and who knew what that would do to me when I was that ill?
The cat did nothing.
The dream ended.
What the hell was that all about?