Walking Man
BANNED
- Joined
- May 28, 2003
- Messages
- 9,606
I had this weird dream, and for some reason I feel that Ytierp should know this. Please don't judge, I had nothing to do with these thoughts. Thanks.
We were leaving our hotel, and we needed to gather our cats so they could come home with us. (I have never taken my cats, nor any other animal on vacation). So, we looked around, and apparently they had espaped. Then, for some reason, Our hotel room opened up into an airport lobby, and it was full of cats. How were we going to find them? Well, I called their names. I was able to sort through each of small armies of cats that appeared to find my cats. Of course, my departed cat,(who was my favorite) of almost two years, kept getting away, but I kept finding him. I keep looking at all this black and white cats right in the face, and my wife said at one point, You'll never be able to find him, and then she said, Maybe you'll be able to find him, and finally I did. By this time we had gotten smart enough to put my other two cats into a carrier, and we could go home at that point in my dream. I woke up at this point. Also, there were zombies in the dream, but they were in a corner of the airport lobby, and stuck inside of a smallish room that looked like a telephone booth. Some cats had gotten down there as well, so we kept cracking the door just enough to let the cats in, but the zombies out. Overall, it freeked me out a little bit. Interpret as you see fit.
We were leaving our hotel, and we needed to gather our cats so they could come home with us. (I have never taken my cats, nor any other animal on vacation). So, we looked around, and apparently they had espaped. Then, for some reason, Our hotel room opened up into an airport lobby, and it was full of cats. How were we going to find them? Well, I called their names. I was able to sort through each of small armies of cats that appeared to find my cats. Of course, my departed cat,(who was my favorite) of almost two years, kept getting away, but I kept finding him. I keep looking at all this black and white cats right in the face, and my wife said at one point, You'll never be able to find him, and then she said, Maybe you'll be able to find him, and finally I did. By this time we had gotten smart enough to put my other two cats into a carrier, and we could go home at that point in my dream. I woke up at this point. Also, there were zombies in the dream, but they were in a corner of the airport lobby, and stuck inside of a smallish room that looked like a telephone booth. Some cats had gotten down there as well, so we kept cracking the door just enough to let the cats in, but the zombies out. Overall, it freeked me out a little bit. Interpret as you see fit.