Cats - then Tangiers?

All pieces of this dream are piecemeal:

I was on a grassy sort of area with some cats. I had twelve cats. Then, all of sudden, I had twenty-three cats - I think they were donated or abandoned at my house. I was nervous about accepting them, but I saw that two of the cats were beautiful. They were bigger than the rest, muscular and they were copper and white with burgundy stripes over their eyes. Umm...I think one of them could talk...he told me he was not neutered, and asked if that was a problem. I said no.

Then I noticed one of the cats was covered in tins - like flattened old tea tins. Even its head was covered in tins. I couldn't actually tell if there was a cat under there or if it was some sort of robot.

The scenery sort of shifted, and the grassy area turned into a grassy bank by a river. There were dolphins in the water.

Then the water grew bigger. It became something like a big river, and there were boats. I wanted to go to Aegina (A small island off the coast of Greece), but there were two people with me and they were very persuasive. One of them was a girl, one of them was a guy who was a celebrity (when I tried to figure out who it was - my brain kept saying Jonathan Rhys Meyers, except that wasn't who it was and I knew that wasn't who it was). They convinced me to spend all my money on a ferry ticket.

"But where are we going?" I asked.
"Tangiers!" The girl said, laughing. I had wanted to go to Aegina, but then I figured Tangiers could be fun. I almost missed the ferry, because I saw that my wallet had fallen into the mud. I forced them to stop so that I could pick it out of the water. There was something else in the water that I grabbed - but I can't remember what. There was a lot of conversing at this point in the dream - between myself and the man who worked the boat.

Then I was in an enclosed market space in Tangiers. There were beads hanging from all the shops. I loved it - and brushed my hands through golden beads. The shopkeepers were all very friendly and laughing and trying to get us to buy things, though I don't think I did. In the dream peripheral I sensed tension, like not everyone was happy I was there. And I could sort of see the desert in the distance outside the city...


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Yeah - there was a lot of texture in this dream. The smoothness of the cat's fur, the feel of the water, the beads - it was a sensory dream. I wish I could remember who the celebrity was - in the dream I remember thinking that the only reason I was following him was because he was magnetic.

Owls and Cats

This is an old dream - I had it about a week and a half ago.

I was in a field. There was a barn/house to the side. It was evening, but not dark. There were owls in the sky. A slate grey owl landed on my arm, and stared at me for a long moment. Then it flew off. There were cats in the tall grass. There was a war on between these two armies. The cats would leap up at the owls who flew too close, the owls were trying to kill the cats.

I found one of my cats there, in the grass. She was the oldest of our cats at home, the matriarch. She had a horrible gash on her chest, and one on her side, but she was alive. She was stalking over to me, and I was worried for her. The battle continued.

I didn't pick a side - I was more upset at the owls I think, because I couldn't figure out why they were fighting with the cats. But then I wasn't always upset - at some point I was more annoyed, because the owls kept landing on me and hooting at me, like they were trying to talk to me.

Ninja training and swords

I was in a warehouse - the was a group of people and two teachers. It was giant warehouse. They were trying to teach us to fight. I don't remember most of it, but I do remember arriving sort of late and standing in a line while one of the instructors tried to teach us to do a forward roll and come up blocking. The first time, he said we should picture water, and roll like a river. He said to think of our loved ones and use that power to roll. So everyone tried it. For me, I imagined not having bones, and I found that I folded over and rolled up to my feet faster than everyone else. Fluid. I came to my feet with my hands in front of me, palms up and thumbs almost touching.

Our instructor told us to do it again, and this time he told us to think of fire. He told us to imagine all our anger, and those we hate, to think of burning and bloodshed and destroying our enemies. He said to roll forward and be ready to hurt someone. So we tried that - this was harder for me. I tried to imagine snapping forward, but I sort of stopped while sitting on the floor. The girl next to me had grabbed my arm for support, and as I tried to stand she stood with me. I didn't recognize her, but she was Asian and seemed younger than me.

The camera panned away from us training, and there were two men. One of them had a long silver whip, the other one had a long dagger and a katana. They were far away, but getting closer, fast. They could disappear and move only as the wind, but I knew they were coming to fight us. I was frightened. "I can see them - they're coming," I told the teachers, because they couldn't sense it. I could see them moving through the warehouse, over crates and in the awnings.

I don't remember if I was there for the fight, but I seem to recall that I was not, but I could see it happening from a sort of distance.

Then I was running - I had to find a child. I was in the dark, on a road. I had a flashlight that looked like a remote control. I couldn't figure out why there wasn't more light, then I realized that what I was looking for were headlights. Except I didn't have a car, only the flashlight. So I started running down the dark road. I came to train tracks with either an awning or a series of trees overhanging the tracks. Over-lacing those were thick strands of spider silk. I was too afraid to go through them, so I pulled down a stick and started pulling the web strands away. There were eggsacks on the strands, but very few spiders. I kept pulling, but there were so many strands. There weren't webs - these were as thick as pieces of yarn and straight from the top to the ground. I pushed through.

Then I was in a beautiful hotel - or maybe it was an apartment building. The walls were rich cherry wood and there were cream colored carpets and ornate lamps on the tables. I climbed the stairs, trying to find the/my child. I found the apartment where the babysitter was - and everything seemed to be fine. All the children in the building were ok, and that made me feel better.

I walked back through the building till I found myself in a hallway of sorts. There was an auction going on, or maybe it was a fight as well? That parts a little hazy. But at some point I came into possession of a long serrated sword - which looked like a very long bread knife. With the sword came a strange sort of scabbard - it was beveled green glass jar, like it was old glass. The sword sat inside it, but the glass didn't contour to the blade. I tried to be careful, but at some point I cracked the green glass hilt. It broke into two pieces, and I tried to hold it together without anyone knowing.

And in the back of my mind, I sensed that the fight was coming.

The next bit is the cloudiest. There was a contest, and I watched as two people won random prizes like gift cards and headphones. I was picked as the fastest participant (like I raised my hand the fastest?) - and I got to pick a prize. I thought there was an iphone in the cart, and I picked that, but then I saw that I didn't get the phone, but all the accessories for it. I had to ask to pick something else, and the woman running the promotion said it was alright. I grabbed what I hoped was a gift card - and it was. The other girl got a gift card worth one-thousand dollars. Mine was from Macys, but it was only worth two-hundred and ten dollars.

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That first bit seems very philosophical, doesn't it? About rolling with love versus rolling with hate and which is easier.