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Jun. 11th, 2007 06:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I dreamed about Boris last night, twice. The first time was at the end of a strange dream about trying to cycle home from work, trying to get a light installed so I'd be legal after dark. It wasn't really me or anywhere I knew and there were... people helping, younger kids/not kids. Something about being afraid a strange person would try to rob the gas station, if only the right number of people were present, but that never happened. Somehow I ended up in a spacious, white older house, and was me. My mom was there, with someone peripheral that was none of my father figures, legal or otherwise, but she was visiting, too; it was someone else's space. Boris was there, and I almost didn't believe it. He walked over to the front door, leaned up on it like he wanted to go out, and was rattling a lower doorknob with his right paw (the big door had two knobs, one at normal height, and one lower), like he knew exactly how door worked, but couldn't get it right himself. I pointed this out to my mom, who said something about him always being smart, matter of factly. I picked him up and told him he couldn't go out like I always did, but it was different; I was in a kind of happy, amazed shock. I woke up, thinking about him and missing him, then eventually fell back to sleep.
In this dream, I was in some other city with clean, green open spaces near a river, I think. I was going to visit a second floor apartment in a pretty, unassuming building. When I got to the second floor, I was surprised at how large it was (the entire right half of the building). Inside was light and open and clear; one entire wall was glass overlooking the river and the green surrounding area. It was my grandmother's place, but not at all her style. Again, my mother was there, and maybe my sister and... someone else. I looked into the sun room and was surprised to see four cats: a white one that was on the periphery(?), two normal sized cats that were black or black and white or just dark, and one long, healthy, huge all black cat, about twice the size of a normal cat. I'd think it was Boris, then doubt, and he'd look at me, and it was unmistakably him. I was so happy to see him, and happy that he was so well and big like he'd always wanted to be. All the other cats stayed in that room, but he'd come in where all the people were (watching some movie?). Towards the end, I had this sense that I should be somewhere. The phone rang, and my grandmother said it was for my mom. It was someone, maybe my dad(??) saying I was expected home. I stood up to look at the cats again, having a hard time believing it was Boris. I remember all the cats turning to face me, and knowing beyond doubt that those big, intelligent green eyes were Boris. The other cats held their gaze longer than usual, but Boris wouldn't look away. Those big green eyes were the last thing I saw before I woke up.
In this dream, I was in some other city with clean, green open spaces near a river, I think. I was going to visit a second floor apartment in a pretty, unassuming building. When I got to the second floor, I was surprised at how large it was (the entire right half of the building). Inside was light and open and clear; one entire wall was glass overlooking the river and the green surrounding area. It was my grandmother's place, but not at all her style. Again, my mother was there, and maybe my sister and... someone else. I looked into the sun room and was surprised to see four cats: a white one that was on the periphery(?), two normal sized cats that were black or black and white or just dark, and one long, healthy, huge all black cat, about twice the size of a normal cat. I'd think it was Boris, then doubt, and he'd look at me, and it was unmistakably him. I was so happy to see him, and happy that he was so well and big like he'd always wanted to be. All the other cats stayed in that room, but he'd come in where all the people were (watching some movie?). Towards the end, I had this sense that I should be somewhere. The phone rang, and my grandmother said it was for my mom. It was someone, maybe my dad(??) saying I was expected home. I stood up to look at the cats again, having a hard time believing it was Boris. I remember all the cats turning to face me, and knowing beyond doubt that those big, intelligent green eyes were Boris. The other cats held their gaze longer than usual, but Boris wouldn't look away. Those big green eyes were the last thing I saw before I woke up.
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Date: 2007-06-11 11:38 am (UTC)i had a few of those over a period of a couple of years after my favorite feline passed.
i found them both bittersweet and reassuring at the same time.
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Date: 2007-06-12 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-11 04:25 pm (UTC)Reading them made me smiley and teary at the same time.
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Date: 2007-06-14 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-14 11:22 am (UTC)sigh