Had a dream last night – early this morning – a cat… run over… in the driveway… my wife… on her way to the airport to pick someone up…
The cat… dead? not sure…
I am in shock…just keep praying a strange prayer in a low voice “Mummy…mummy…mummy” as I make my way downstairs to the driveway… takes a long time with numb hands trying to turn doorknobs… i get there… the cat has moved itself or been moved… my wife sits on the grass crying
I sit beside her… one hand on her… one hand on the cat… “mummy…mummy…mummy” and wake up – the clock says 6:35… the last time it said 6:25…
