i guess you would call these dreams premonitions....well maybe not this one but is it so weird.
as i said in my last journal i dreamt of Amy Patches coming into my room all nice and healthy, then i recalled that she had died. Her ears were rotting and she had that tumor on her face. I suppose my dream about Cookie was more of a premonition because i had the dream about two months before she died, there was a random cake (6 foot high) in my living room and mom wanted me to take a picture of it, i tried but the lighting was terrible. I was moving the cake over when cookie kept playing around on by my feet and i lost my grip of the cake it fell on Cookie...in which i went to put Cookie up from the horrendous mess, but the cat i picked up was not
cookie...i remember i kept thinking "wow! this cat looks like cookie! just has some brown spots....WHERE IS COOKIE?!" Ive uploaded photos of pictures of Abby with her brown spots...i do believe the cat i held in my dream was Abby...i don't know how to explain it... But dreams about my cats is not the reason i am posting this journal...my dream about Benny was strangely odd and a bit comforting.... I did not have any dreams about Marki while Benny was alive, but i did have a dream of Marki after Benny died, it was we were in the backyard and Mark got loose, i mean he had his collar, leash everything! but he didn't leave he just stayed around the garbage can
i took him home and that dream continued with a bizarre meeting (at 2 am) about some play in which they wanted me in, but i didn't have any lines and the people said "oh don't worry! the little girl with mouth the words to you!" that horrendous phrase "don't worry" i have no worries...FOR MYSELF it is the people i worry about! anyway i went in the middle of the room (where the play was set) and i went to this little girl, i am not the best at reading lips but i do all right...it started all right but the girl forgot her lines AND
MY LINES at the same time...so nothing could be done the play was thrashed (and who has a play at 2 am?!) and well everyone went home. a rather stupid dream i might say but again not the purpose of this journalMy Dream About Benny
I think because Benny's death was so closed to my camp trip made this dream..a bit more spooky...but that is my theory...my hypothesis i suppose you might say... ANYWAY the dream started At came, and some boy was asking my age (in reality AT CAMP a 13 year old boy asked my age and when i told him he freak out and called me old
) anyway in the dream i told him...my hand singles...the boy in the dream called me old too...Anyway Zachary Levi (yes Zachary Levi) was in some disguised (he had a brown beard on that made him look like a young Moses!) Well he was going to take us to the movies, and we did but they there were people shooting and stabbing people in the theater and Zachary Levi (whose beard was now shorter) told us to hide and not make a sound. Well i was quite and sneaked out of the theater that ran for my life
(i wont go into the gory details on what i saw while getting out that theater >_<) anyway i ran it was write cardboard, i suppose or really thin walls (that i accidentally bent or knocked over)well there was one that was sort of a dead end...but i locked the doors...for some reason i felt safe and not paranoid as i suppose some might feel....i walked further into this room and there were lots of empty animal cages and one elderly man putting on white gloves and he was wearing a white coat. I asked the man who he was and what he was doing there. The old man told me "i am about to go into surgery, there is one animal in the shelter who needs help, and there is no one here to claim him." I felt really bad for this dog, and i asked to see him, the elderly man brought me to this dog, the dog looked sad, depressed in this white crate. I said hello to this dog, and started to pet him, i usually don't pet dogs in shelters but i felt safe...then i began to recognize the face "like haven't i seen you before" it was sort of like the Amy Patches dream...i even recalled the Benny had died....but what was so peculiar about this dream is you know how usually in dreams when you haven't seen something or someone their faces or voices are different because you haven't seen or heard them in such a long time? Benny was perfect in my dream, nothing was out of place...i have pictures of him yes but...even just a picture of an animal or person can be off-putting in a dream (believe me i have had that with Frollo MANY TIMES
) But i then realized what this was for, i suppose it was to help him go one, make sure he was loved. The elderly man told showed me these blankets...he told me to pick one for the dog. So i did, the elderly man told me that the certain types of blanket shows the status of how a dog was loved. The blanket i chose was silk, and with a red and green outline. it was beautiful. The elderly man told me that the blanket i chose had the symbols of royalty and he let me put the blanket on Benny. i did not tell the man, but i think he knew that this dog was mine, but i think Benny knew and I
knew what had to take place (or in reality what had already taken place) There were no tears, but i pet Benny some more and he began to smile the big smile he always had, then Benny stood up and was walking over to the elderly man and they walked together....and that is when....i woke up....
I do not make up the dreams as fun stories, these are truly my dreams and this dream was so uncanny real (excluding Zachary Levi) i just feel like there was a message in it somewhere. And in a way it was so close to reality, camp, movie theater could have represented my editing, and the shootings and killings could have represented my work on my computer going down in flames-who knows? All i know is that i had this dream, this very powerful dream as it was to me
. i just could not leave it, i had to share it....thank you for your time.</b>