Of Mice and Cats

I found a couple of mice who had recently had a quite a few babies. They were extremely tiny and there were dozens of them. I was at a loss, because I knew these baby mice would grow into quite a hoard that could destroy everything in the house if I didn't keep them under control. I didn't want to kill them and was trying to figure out how to handle them.

I also had several cats who had just had some kittens. I was trying to manage to keep the cats and mice apart from each other, so the cats wouldn't kill the baby mice. I put the mother mice and their babies into a box until I could find a better container to hold them.

I went off to look for a container that I knew the mice couldn't chew through. When I came back I found one of my cats had gotten into the box and appeared to be mauling some of the baby mice. I took the cat away and then carefully checked over the baby mice. All of them were okay, but one of them was in bad shape, and I knew it wasn't going to make it. Looking at it closer, there wasn't any sign of bite marks. It seemed the cat really didn't try to eat it as much as try to help it by licking it. I also found one of her kittens cuddling with all the mice.

It dawned on me that she was actually trying to mother all of the baby mice as if they were her own! The mother mice were also very accepting of the cat. I was still very careful with the mother mice, but they seemed to be quite calm and accepting of the new situation.

Babe to Order

It was in a future where people no longer had children by birth. Instead they were created in labs. People would file to be parents, and if granted, then a child would be formed for them, using the characteristics that were wanted. There wasn't any families really either, just groups of people that cohabited together.

I watched as one child was being created. It was nearby where other child bodies, without heads, were actually being grown in lab like containers and many were used just for their tissues and organs and the remains destroyed.

I woke with a sinking feeling in my gut.

Talent Sets the Floor, Character Sets the Ceiling....

I went to take a nap between appointments. The next session was going to be a training session with a therapist who was having misgivings about working this session, which was going to be a training session, feeling she didn't need to go through any training sessions. The session required the use of hot towels and stones, even though she has never really been properly trained to use such tools.

While I slept I dreamed I was doing several massages. Then an Asian woman came in (who I now recognize might be this therapist, though I didn't note that in my dream). I began to massage her, slowly working to stretch and loosen her body. While I was doing this, she lay there as though she was in a deep sleep. Without thinking much about it, I began to float towards the ceiling, holding onto  her while I continued to stretch and massage her. I was feeling quite light and almost ethereal, while she in turn felt like dead weight. I didn't mind though and just continued to work on her. She lay in my arms and seemed like she was going to move with me, but just as I got to the ceiling, and my thought was to just pass right through it, I realized her right foot was literally clinging to the table below us. That was when I noticed her body was now stretched all out of proportion. I floated back down, and still holding her, I laid her back onto the table as gently as I could. I then tried to arrange her body back onto the table in a more normal position. When I got to moving her neck and head around, that was when I realized her neck was actually broken. Up to that point I never actually checked her neck and realized that she had already been like that before I even began working on her. I rested my hands behind her neck to give her better support, but knew there was nothing I could really do to help her. I could tell she was still alive and conscious, but she was still completely 'asleep' to everything that had just happened. I woke right as I was telling her that I was sorry, I really tried, but there was nothing I could to do to help her.

When I actually woke up and checked my phone, I saw a message from the therapist I was expecting to meet with for the training, saying she was quitting.