these dreams

during the time of the month when my estrogen/progesterone levels rise, so do my dreams. Many of them are disturbing. Last night was no exception. I don't remember most of the dream I know it was elaborate. It ended with me lying on my bed talking to mom looking up at the ceiling. I was complaining about the pets and slowly realized I didn't know this ceiling. It was that horrible acoustic tiling you'd see in an office or a drop-ceiling. A little voice in my head said, 'it's your new place.'

I was whining about the cats being bad and my two puppies never wanted outside but I never saw them do their business inside so maybe they were using the litter box too. Then I noticed dust falling and a hole slowly forming in the tiling. I told mom to hold a moment and jumped off the bed just as half the tile hit the bed, filled with burrowing flies and if that wasn't disgusting enough there was a mummified snake in the middle of the flies as if they had been feasting on him in their maggot stage.

I told mom about what happened and she yelled for me to go get something to kill them with so phone in hand I run but end up in the basement thinking 'only me.' Then I freeze realizing it's my grandmother's basement (which you would have to run thru the dining room and kitchen to get to those stairs). I also realize something had changed overnight.I go through the earthen basement, telling mom something was wrong and in the newer (i.e. 1950's) basement someone had turned it into one giant sauna-like room, that sauna wood covered walls floors and ceiling. I told mom she'd better come now then I woke up.

burrowing flies. Roy I think your botfly wound is haunting me. THough when I woke up Soul and Kanda were sleeping together on the floor in the computer room. Also Kanda is too freaking fat.

these cats will kill me if the heat doesn't

the heat is trying hard and so are the cats.

I was working on old research files and had piles of paper (much going into the recycle) and Roy had to put his butt on ALL the piles and the poor thing wants to be clean but every time he does it the neck wound opens up.

Kanda, last night, as I was getting ready for bed was coiled up on the back of the couch ready to pounch. HIs target? The freaking ceiling fan. Rank that as a really bad idea.

Soul...I'm fearing he is severely ill and that explains his behavior. I said yesterday there was a lump on his left front paw around his wrist bone area. Today he came to see me again and I noticed his back paw was swollen. This has happened before. We thought it was allergies to litter. this time there are distinct hard nodules. Now either he has two broken/healing legs which would probably only have happened if someone threw him or something (and I have no reason to believe my friend hurt him while watchinghim) or he has some kind of tumor formation. I'm going to see what I can work out with the vet. He's too hard to catch and get anywhere on time but I want to be THERE and watch her examine him. Even if this is not a cancer, if he has some tumor-forming issue, this will be bad.

Other than worrying about them, I've been sitting around worry about my brother and my shoulder and desperately trying to finish my lecture and the demon hunter holiday story.

( day 286 caturday two-fer )