The other night my boyfriend and I were sleeping side by side, both having a hard time of it because it's humid and hot where we are, and that does not promote good sleeping.
Interestingly enough, we both had a really similar dream. We have two black cats, one quite old and the other very young. We both had dreams that each of the cats died somehow. He dreamt that the older one just died of old age and he was so sad to think of life without the little guy around.
My dream was much more sinister and has had me feeling upset for days. So much so, in fact, that I'm having trouble even allowing the kitten out in the backyard without supervision. I dreamt that he was used in a demonstration for new chefs on how to cook animals while alive. They were demonstrating on lobsters and crabs and my cat.
Since I was only observing in the dream, and not lucid, I could not change the direction of the dream and panicked my way out of it. Upon thinking of it, I can't really say that the oven was even hot, because he didn't seem uncomfortable in it. But it sure as hell turned my stomach and made me question where the eff my subconscious came up with that and how I can possibly dig that kind of mess out, and fast. Needless to say, the little guys have been getting tuna and everything else their little mouths meow for.
While preparing breakfast, we shared our dreams and that's when we found out the similarities. No idea why.
Either way, the sick feeling it left in my stomach has reinstated my direction towards renewed vegetarianism. ((((VOMIT)))))