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I had a dream last Saturday night which proves two things I've always known, that you can have too many cats (or dogs, or parrots, or any kind of pet) and that it is possible to read things in dreams.

I was sent to a highway rest area to pickup some unwanted cats, all abandoned by the same person (and I think it was my mother, who was highly allergic to cats in real life.) When I got there hundreds of wooden crates had been left haphazardly in the parking lot. Some were labeled with words. I read "Dead" "Mother with Kitten" "Feral" and other labels as I was loading the crates onto the thankfully large pickup truck I'd driven there. All of the cats were afraid and looked starved and neglected. I couldn't believe anyone could have done this, and I wanted to confront them, but the animals were my first priority.

I stopped at a pet store to buy some food for the cats, and walked right into a robbery in progress. I was able to duck out of sight behind some shelves, where there was an open crate with baby tigers in it. Somehow I caught one baby tiger, got on a phone and asked the customer on the line to send the police.

The entire time I was in this dream I worked effectively but in a state of high anxiety, which seemed odd to me. It was a mostly distressing scenario, but I've done a number of pet rescues in real life (mainly dogs who have escaped their yards) and I'm always relaxed and confident with animals. They're much easier to deal with than humans.

Supposedly reading is impossible in dreams because of the visual processing, according to this article: "Reading itself is an activity that heavily relies on the optic nerve to process written words, so it’s quite impossible to actually “read” in a dream. The words you see while dreaming may just be projections of your subconsciousness." But there was also a reason I might be able to read in dreams, also from that article: "There are a few people who can read in dreams, and these people are typically those who frequently use language in a meaningful way. Writers, especially poets, spend a lot more time thinking about words and language compared with other people, and this can influence how they experience their dreams." Yup, that's me.

Image credit: Image by Gloria Matyszyk from Pixabay

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