Storms and baths
Aug. 19th, 2022 06:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed it was going to storm. I was walking the streets of my old hometown with a graphic designer from my old job. He was skeptical, but the skies glowered. We walked purposefully amid small Colonials and Cape Cods tightly packed on narrow streets lined with cars. No one else seemed to be about, though there were the cries of kids playing in a park. Overhead, a crack of thunder, and then we really started to hustle as raindrops spattered here and there on the concrete.
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I dreamed I was in a large apartment suite in Vienna (never been). A tall room, 12-foot ceilings with overflowing bookshelves all the way up and windows that opened on to small balconies overlooking the city. In another room a lady with whom I work was very pregnant and needed help trying to get into (and then out again) of a bath that had been drawn for her. A young woman who seemed to be running things in the apartments and I plotted how we could help her, staging various towels and chairs. The lady's husband was somewhere on the premises—she even called out to him, and he replied—but he seemed of no help here.
Then I went to wait in the other room while she bathed. Sitting on a couch, two cats approached, both elderly and striped, both with human like faces and purring in what seemed almost human language. One of them had a mutilated eyeball that was hanging out of the socket. They both lay down on the carpet and stayed there, expectantly, tails swishing.
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I dreamed I was in a large apartment suite in Vienna (never been). A tall room, 12-foot ceilings with overflowing bookshelves all the way up and windows that opened on to small balconies overlooking the city. In another room a lady with whom I work was very pregnant and needed help trying to get into (and then out again) of a bath that had been drawn for her. A young woman who seemed to be running things in the apartments and I plotted how we could help her, staging various towels and chairs. The lady's husband was somewhere on the premises—she even called out to him, and he replied—but he seemed of no help here.
Then I went to wait in the other room while she bathed. Sitting on a couch, two cats approached, both elderly and striped, both with human like faces and purring in what seemed almost human language. One of them had a mutilated eyeball that was hanging out of the socket. They both lay down on the carpet and stayed there, expectantly, tails swishing.
