Silverthorne

And without eating anything weird, super spicy, or right before bed, either...

First dream, I, some friends (people I don't even know in RL), and a couple of cousins were all sharing this absolutely gorgeous 'cabin' overlooking some valley that was a mix of Tucson (lots of rolling hills and desert trees) and...some other foothill-like place with a lot of green. Apparently, there was a zombie epidemic, but the attacks came in waves, and could be timed, so everyone's lifestyle was built around getting things done outside of the home when the zombie attacks were at their low peaks.

The zombies looked like a weird mix of skinned dog/mountain lion with no eyes (and no eye sockets, either), but were somewhat intelligent, because they could figure out what doorknobs were for...but couldn't use their paws or teeth to move them.


Second dream I had taken Foot into the vet, because she was sick. Talked to the doctor and one of his recommended 'cures' was to transfer her personality/soul to a 'donor body' (IE: the body of someone elses pet that had passed away). Which I agreed to. What was weird was that after they did it, Foot was in a body that looked almost exactly like hers, except she had a full length tail. Except after a few days, if you looked at her at the wrong angle, it looked like the tail had fallen off where her original tail ended (It was curling under and had quit functioning from that joint forward). I spent most of that dream wondering how old the donor body had been, and why it had been put to sleep, and wondering if I hadn't just shortened my cats life rather than save it.

Dreamt I went to the ex's house for some reason. I think it was a combination of picking up something I forgot and supposedly helping her with something no one else could handle. Oh, and to get a key from her as well.

Anyway, the place had all the windows closed up and covered as usual, so that it was dark and no one could see in. I remember it was kinda cool (but it was also morning and the sun wasn't up yet), and the air had that 'lack of circulation' feel when it's old, you haven't opened windows in a while, and you haven't run the air system, either.

Fortunately, I was spared a scent input.

One of the two cats I had left behind was there. He looked okay, but he was back to being the skittish little guy I knew before I had started spending a lot of time just playing with him and coaxing him out into the open. He let me pet him a few times before diving under the bed. I was okay with this, because I figured that's probably what happened for real when I left last year. Ex really was never very good at making the household pets feel secure despite all her childhood stories about her and her uncle going out into the woods and animals coming up to them while they sat quietly and watched.

Anyway, things didn't seem too bad...until I found a back 1/2 bathroom where she kept Shadow's litter box.

I'm not kidding when I say the mouth of it (it was the covered one we had for the cats in my bathroom) was caked around the opening with matted, used, clumping sand. There was a hole big enough for a cat to get through, but...yeah, ew. At that point, I had the person who was with me (a weird combo of my dad, grandad, and an old friend from Tucson who, I haven't talk to in over a decade) help me catch and box Shadow so we could take him with us.

...maybe I need to stop watching Animal Cops before I go to bed at night.