cats in the attic

Had some wacky dreams. I dreamed that I was out on vacation somewhere, and my mom was with us, and she had met some lady who had six kids, and they were traveling in their trailer. Mom invited them to stay in the hotel room with us (except that it was more like an apartment) and they stayed for three days. I couldn’t understand how or why she would invite a complete stranger (seven complete strangers) to spend three days in a hotel room with us. And then after they left, I realized that they hadn’t given us any money to help pay for the stay. That irritated me because we were supposed to split the cost with Leslie and Bruce (who I guess were with us too) and even though we had originally planned to pay that amount for our hotel room, we weren’t prepared to have seven extra people with us, especially for free. I couldn’t tell Mom, because then she would insist on paying for it, which wasn’t what I wanted — it was the principle of the thing, these people coming in and freeloading off us.

Then I dreamed that Doc and I were looking for houses in some part of town that I didn’t recognize. We kept making offers on houses without even going inside them, and we kept changing our offers based on the fact that the owner had already gotten an offer in the amount we’d suggested. One house that we didn’t get was painted bright blue, and when I walked around to the back, it had an extremely high raised deck which was also painted bright blue, with a huge space underneath it, and only a short chain link fence.

We walked across the street to some more houses and a big park with a trail. We walked down the trail and some happy big yellow dogs came up to us. One of them stuck his entire head up the leg of my shorts. The owner caught up with us and said that his dog just did that, he was known for it. Farther on was a playground that was made to look like a pizza parlor, complete with actual-sized rubber pizza toys lying around. You could use them like frisbees.

Then, Doc and I were in some house we either owned or were staying at. We had about eight or ten cats, and for some reason we had put all of them in a linen closet with one shelf for each cat to sleep on. They were all curled up and sleeping on their little shelves. But next time we opened the door, they were all gone. We couldn’t figure out how they had escaped, but then at the same time Doc and I realized that one of the ceiling panels was loose and could be raised up to get into the attic. These smart and crafty cats had one by one climbed all the way to the top shelf and then somehow jumped up through the ceiling tile. Doc and I went to get our shoes on so we could get into the attic to retrieve them, and he said that he used to live in a house just like this one and that it was so hot in the attic that nothing bigger than a small leaf could live up there. I figured that cats were resilient and they would be OK.