This morning I woke up unusually early. I didn't feel like I needed any more sleep, so I got up, made tea, and sat down in front of the computer as usual. But then, after a while I decided I needed to go back to sleep after all, so I got back into bed and fell asleep.
During that extra couple of hours I had a dream about my cat Blood. Yes, after all these years I still dream about my one and only pet now and then. In the dream I had given him away to someone else some time before, but I'd come to their home for a visit. Blood was glad to see me, and when time came for me to leave he followed me to the front door, seemingly ready to come back with me. I had to lead him back into the house and close the door behind me. It made me sad.
Once I woke, I noticed two things about the dream. In the dream Blood had orange stripes, rather than tabby markings. Also, his being dead was symbolized as "being away" -- he was out of my life and I couldn't have him with me any more. This was similar to how my mother's passing was symbolically represented in a prior dream as her "going away".
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