Dreams and Whatever That Was

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I shouldn't charge my phone anywhere near my bed. This morning I was woken by my mother calling me at 7am. She was in a total panic, convinced that my brother wanted to move to the States because he has a friend there. I'd be surprised if he didn't have friends there, this is the internet and everyone has friends everywhere, but moving? I would be extremely surprised. He likes his London life and he absolutely loves his house. I'll talk to him later, though I am pretty sure, as I told her, that he isn't going anywhere at all. She apologised for forgetting about the time zone difference, and it's no problem really, I am usually up by 6.30 anyway. Still I am bleary.

The dream before it was very odd. First I saw my poor Surya, but she was asleep on a bed, all curled up. She looked very content and exactly the same, except that she had a little sprinkling of minute cat paw marks in black along her white belly fur. There was some man looking after her. I was talking with his kids, a nice family, all very pleasant. Then I saw a vision of peacock/peahen mating but there was a strange roughness, almost a violence to it that unsettled me. Then I was at some sort of meeting, like a church meeting, and they were all chanting about His Return, no surprise given that in real life we are approaching Easter. But this was all distorted; turned out they were satanists/luciferians, and that's who they were chanting for. I stood there like a gowk, catching on slowly, and then said out loud to them all; 'I don't believe it. I don't believe any of this.'

They all turned on me, but not like in horror films. They were just surprised and disappointed that I had come to the meeting at all if I was a non-believer. I had no idea how I got there or why.

And then came Mum's call to shake me out of dreams and welcome me to the day's surreality.