The Cat Levitator

I was with Savannah. She introduced me to her boyfriend and Dad. There were several others in the house too, some familiar, some not. The house we were in was built on a hill and seemed as though it was from the Bronze Age. It was dark; the only light we had is what shone through the gaping windows in the sides of the low walls. There were dirt floors, huge tables made of tree trunks, and oddly enough, a primitive air ventilation system. A pack of wild dogs had inbred from a lone female matriarch. Her coloring was extremely different from the rest, so distinct in fact, that she looked like two separate dogs joined at the middle. Her back half was black and dark brown in a stripe like pattern, much like a hyena, while the front was a light grey and white. Her eyes and mouth were jet black. I found them in the ventilation system but they defended her so I took another route and tackled her to the ground. She put up fierce competition but with help, I restrained her. But the dream didn’t focus on the dogs.

Randomely, I remember peeking into a warmly lit attic with childhood toys from the 60’s. Nothing was digital.

It was the conflict between people. Savannah’s boyfriend was an incredibly nice guy. Though gigantic on the outside, he was very welcoming and fun. We were all in a hotel room. Outside the weather was slightly overcast; it looked as though it had just rained. What we didn’t know, is that there was a murder just a few rooms down. We thought we’d located some shady characters outside in the parking lot. [it gets hazy here] Somehow, the killers were found by the FBI and taken away. We returned to the room and celebrated for an unknown reason. After too many drinks, Trink had thrown up on the couch. I was cleaning it up before my eyes opened today.