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I had a dream that a horse ate half of one of my house slippers and most of my phone. I knew it was a horse because one of it's teeth came out and was embedded in what was left of my slipper.

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I haven't done much dream work in a long time, but the skills are still there when I have a viscerally-felt dream with obvious symbols. Not much of this one is encoded at all.

I was back at my mom's place. Everything was chaos, like it was. And I was the only one managing it all, like I did. There were two new strays popping up in succession, kittens, grey tabbies. I kept putting them outside and they kept getting in. I picked one up, and it scratched me.

Here's the squicky injury part. It scratched the inner side of my index finger, wide open, my meats bulging, even pushing out of the cut. Not even much blood, just chonky muscles pushing out.

Nevertheless, I picked the cat up and managed it. It was wriggling so much. Though overwhelmed, I felt confident, like I've got this. Like this is more of the same, resigned, and not as bad as yesterday, and I'll put off my own wounds until everything else is settled. (Another feeling I often had in that house.)

To stop it from wiggling and scratching, I instinctively grabbed its paw with my other hand and squeezed, gently at first, then just enough to hurt, until it stopped wiggling. (I doubt this would work to calm a cat irl, though I've tried this before while trying to communicate to a cat that scratching people is bad, and have gotten through to them.)

Then I was able to put it outside, but as I did, it turned white, starting at the head. By the time I sat it down, it was white all over. And older. The other kitten turned white, too, though maybe only halfway.

Then I set about trying to fix this injury. I was mostly concerned with the fact that I was spilling out of this cut. I just needed to stop that and get back to solving the other problems. But I couldn't find the bandaids in any of the usual places.

Meanwhile, my mom and my son were coming at me with distractions that were far more insistent. I didn't even need to fully fix my finger, just get it stuffed back in before it "got out of hand." But their needs kept coming first. There were more cats running around the house, too.

I finally found a bandaid and the cut turned back into a normal scratch as I wrapped it tightly. The dream went on, but I forget it.

The surface meaning is really obvious to me, though if I could remember more details, I'm sure there was more to it. (The more dream journaling you do, the more detail you'll remember in future dreams.)

Overall, it represents my struggle to "keep myself together" at that place. Literally "together," "juggling cats" (problems) while putting off attending to my own painful, distracting injury.

I'm not sure why the cat turned white. That seems significant and I'll be pondering it. The key there will be to finding the deeper symbolism to what a "cat" means in this dream. There were so many of them where they should not be.

You'll notice some puns and figures of speech showing up in my description. Puns are important in dreams, and they often point directly to the meaning of the symbols (which can often have multiple meanings). This is why for dream work, writing them down is important, because sometimes how we phrase the description will instantly reveal what it means.

This technique can be helped with asking questions, then abstracting the answer to apply it elsewhere.

How did the cat make you feel while you held it? "Frustrated, struggling, careful." What in your life at that time made you feel frustrated, struggling, careful?" Well, back then? Everything.

If you were the cat in your hands, what do you want? "I want to be free."

Ok, ouch, there it is. A strong feeling tells me that's the answer.

But I am free now. And maybe that's why it turned white.

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Lets see if I can describe this non-lucid dream right.

Lets see if I can describe this non-lucid dream right. Something to show for a night of sleep well wasted— [...]

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