orange cats

For the past two nights, I have had nightmares revolving around an evil orange cat. The night before last, the dream involved me being at my aunt and uncle’s house; they have an orange tabby named Stretch. Well, in the dream, Stretch was evil and out to hurt me, so I killed him. I took a sledgehammer and smashed it repeatedly in his back, thus pulverizing his entire body. Surprisingly, there wasn’t any blood. This was in my aunt and uncle’s bedroom. They came to see and seemed sad; my aunt told me that Stretch hadn’t really been evil. I looked at Stretch’s body and he looked so pitiful; I wondered how I could have done that to him. I started sobbing, really breaking down, and felt terribly sad.

In last night’s dream, I was at my grandmother’s house. I had come to visit her because she was all alone; no one ever came to see her. She had black hair, when in reality, she has white, and she seemed younger. I came in the kitchen door and hung about inside for a while; it was nighttime. There was an orange cat trying to hurt me, so I was hoping I could avoid him. When I went to the bathroom, though, he was in there; I shoved him out the door and barely got the door shut again. Later, I went outside and wandered around the garden; it was surprisingly daytime again. I encountered the cat as I was heading around to the front yard. He hissed at me and we circled each other; it just felt as though he were an evil thing. I suddenly had a cast-iron skillet in my hand, so I tried to attack the cat with it. He grew younger and younger as I tried to hit him. I only landed a few blows on him, but they didn’t seem to hurt at all; he just kept hissing and dodging away.