cats and dreams
Feb. 4th, 2010 02:25 pmMost nights, especially winter nights, Slinky sleeps with me. She'll claw or bite at the blanket over my head until I roll over on to me right side, lift it up, and let her in, where she curls up with her feet against my stomach, her head between my breasts, her claws in my armpit (serving me with good reminders whenever they need to be clipped), and my arm around her. She'll then fall asleep for a good two hours or so before (a) getting too warm, (b) sensing Widget is near by, or (c) I move, in which case she slinks back out, only to return to repeat the whole scenario probably about half an hour later. I've gotten very good at the whole "roll over and pull up the blanket" bit without waking up (too much), but sometimes I get pulled just enough out of deep sleep for it to affect my dreams; I've found when she's curled up with me like that, I dream two types of dream more often -- the one type is the "I'm pregnant" type (because, you know, there I am lying in bed with my arm around something round, warm, and living pressed up against my stomach) and the other is the "there's a cat in my dream" type. Last night it was one of the latter, appropriately, since the rest of the dream's subject matter was "herding cats", i.e., I was trying to corral all the participants in next week's workshop in Lille in the hotel lobby so that we could shepherd them all out to the metro to the university campus where the workshop is being held, without losing any of them. And of course, no one seemed to think twice that Slinky had come along with me to Lille, and was going to be joining us at the conference. I rather like the idea of people bringing their cats along with them to conferences. Can't you imagine how comfortable that would be, everyone in the audience with a cat on their lap?
On the one hand, it was amusing. But on the other hand, geez, dreaming about the workshop, is that really necessary? All the plans have been going well. Then again, I should probably be thankful that it wasn't a nightmare about teaching, since my first class is this evening. I've never had one of the "naked in front of the class" dreams, though I regularly get the "late for class/show up on the wrong day" dreams, so maybe I'm due.
On the one hand, it was amusing. But on the other hand, geez, dreaming about the workshop, is that really necessary? All the plans have been going well. Then again, I should probably be thankful that it wasn't a nightmare about teaching, since my first class is this evening. I've never had one of the "naked in front of the class" dreams, though I regularly get the "late for class/show up on the wrong day" dreams, so maybe I'm due.