aurelia! I am trapped by cat as well, mine is a Puppycat on the couch. She is fwumped next to me but has her paws cutely extended with razor claws. I fear startling her. At least I have the internets.

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May the internets always keep you company while the cats nap. And may no sudden noises disturb the razor claws of the Puppycat.

Gilda was in bellyrub bliss until Rosie demanded attention, too. My lap is free, cats are fed, and I'm off to sleep. Goodnight, Cass.

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And may no sudden noises disturb the razor claws of the Puppycat.

Pretty sure this is my gospel.

Luckily she is cute.

Sleep well, aurelia. I am soon-ish off to bed myself.

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Dreams are the strangest things. And awfully hard to explain in the light of day.

Especially to people who are less than familiar with them even during their own sleep. But thanks for trying, anyway.

Night, aurelia! [Edit: and maybe Cass, too.]

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Oh I dream quite a lot. And often in ways that could be perfectly realistic. Which makes it hard to explain the dreams that are so obviously strange.

I wish there were words that could explain how it was so obviously *you* when it wasn't the Nilly I know at all.

That said, I wish people who didn't recall their dreams, could. Because it is interesting even at the strangest, or even the most boring, of times to see where your brain goes.

I suspect that my dream last night was telling me that I don't feel worthy of the people I have in parts of my life. That I am unworthy of them and so they rebel against being near me.

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I wish there were words that could explain how it was so obviously *you* when it wasn't the Nilly I know at all.

It's odd. But sometimes in dreams you just know things. Or at least I do.

Last night I dreamt that I drove all day in my parents' old Fairmont station wagon. There were some people riding with me. A woman who was riding in the "way-back" got really dehydrated, and died shortly after we got to our destination. I felt really bad - that I should have been more alert to the signs of her dehydration. Then as I started to wake up I realized that if she was dehydrated she would have said so, so then I felt better.

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it is interesting even at the strangest, or even the most boring, of times to see where your brain goes.

Exactly. I would really like to see what my brain is doing when I'm not there, you know? Even if it's only boring stuff, at least I'd know.

I don't feel worthy of the people I have in parts of my life

See, the real me now rebels against that sentence. Not angry or anything, but still, rebels against it. I don't think it's a question of "worth" or "deserve" or the opposite of that. I think it's a matter of grace and love, the people around us.

tommy, is it relly really late night for you, or already really really early morning?

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Exactly. I would really like to see what my brain is doing when I'm not there, you know? Even if it's only boring stuff, at least I'd know.

This is why I feel quite shortchanged when I don't remember my dreams. I mean, my brain must have been doing something and I would at least like some notes to look over when I wake up.

See, the real me now rebels against that sentence. Not angry or anything, but still, rebels against it. I don't think it's a question of "worth" or "deserve" or the opposite of that. I think it's a matter of grace and love, the people around us.

I agree in part. Or, at least, I agree but can't figure out how to really live it.

I accept and appreciate that I know people of whom I might feel unworthy of if I tried to chart life out in math terms or specific qualities. And in waking life that is just one of those things because I know a lot of people and we can't all equal out in the exact same way. I just hope it all balances somewhat.

But in my subconscious, and then in my dreams, I sometimes feel a fraud for the people that I know and the things that I think. And then it is all about "worth" and "deserving," which are the same bits that get convoluted.

Or maybe I ate too soon before going to bed.

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tommy, is it relly really late night for you, or already really really early morning?

It was the middle of the night; now it's the morning. (I just woke up in the middle of the night and had my laptop next to me, so I decided to see what was going on in buffistaland....)

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My husband had a nightmare last night that involved Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, a camping trip, and paranormal activity. And somehow it was the paranormal activity that terrified him!

ION, I have the World's Best Baby. Slept in his crib last night and was an angel. I could hear him slurping away on his fingers, awake, but chill and not crying.

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