An account

*~* Ugh I have the most horrible time remembering dreams when they are not full blown nightmares. Need to work on that, especially considering my last one was rather pleasant up until the the end. Oh well I will write down everything I can recall, which is not much. I know that I was in a strange house with a group of people that I knew in the dream, but have no memory of ever meeting in the waking world. I was in an attic that was nothing more then the wooden skeleton of the house. No carpet, or color on the walls. There were boxes packed with stuff shoved off to the side and it was really bright. Much brighter then an attack should have been though i do not remember seeing any lights. It was almost like it was natural sunlight though there were no windows. I was running. I think it was some sort of race that I was determined to win. So determined that when my cat <PERSON> stepped out in front of me I did not bother to stop. I simply jumped to try and jump over her, but I failed and ended up stomping on her. At first I did not feel bad about it until I stopped to pick her up and look her over. She was badly hurt with scratches on her chin and face, but the worst of it was her front leg. The skin and muscle had been completely torn away leaving bloody exposed bone. The skin was just dangling from her with her entire paw hanging off of it. She was not acting like she was in any pain, but just had this really angry pissed off look, though deep down I knew that she was dying. I was so upset that I actually ended up waking up from it. I then proceeded to hunt down my cat and snuggle with her under the covers for the rest of the night, much to her annoyance. *~*