Backslide

Bad dreams, heavy sleep. Cat play got too intense last evening, fur flew. No one hurt, but bad feelings all around. A setback. Knowing this was inevitable didn't make it easier.

Dreaming of being out with Moby at a park. He had a fuchsia ribbon, claws painted the same color, not my doing. He did not want to leave, and ran off, trailing the lead. Eventually got him to stop, as I put him in the bag he became a young man who was also Moby. Put the bag on a lawnmower to get home, but as I drove it up the driveway, snow fell so fast and thick, I had to abandon all. Two feet of snow so quickly.

A later dream, cooking a complex meal for D's family. Had it all laid out, and let everyone know to come eat. When I went to the room with the table, everyone had just taken the food and eaten elsewhere, nothing left for me to eat. D trying to explain, console, but I was so hungry, and he'd told me not to cook the extra, and I started screaming, banging the countertop, losing all control. Glad to wake a bit and break the distress. Although it occurred to me, if I really lost my mind in a rage, the next thing I'd remember would be waking up in a bed, tied to it, having been taken to a psych ward.

Called off today, one room running.