I dreamt that there was
something strange with my two cats. Of course, there is
always something strange with
cats, but it was, this time,
unusual. I was with them in my house, with maybe a part of my
family, at least my mother.
I went to the bigger cat (who is the mother of the other one) and
kissed her. She had a strange odour. She did not smell bad, no... She just had an unusual
odour. She smelled of
drugs. Of
hospitals. Of
doctors.
I decided to bring her to the
veterinarian... Or maybe only thought about doing that. Or only thought about
considering doing that. At this time the
vet told me that my two cats were going to
die, in one hour. I had not gone to the vet yet, so maybe he finally came, or was just speaking to me from the place where he was, or maybe I only
remembered him saying that, when I had gone to him with my cats before this
event, which would explain their odour, now that I thought about it.
So they were going to die because they had been
euthanazied, but still had
one hour to live* before actually dying, which was the reason I has brought them back to home. Or maybe the vet sent them
back.
At this time I was pretty
confused because of all those
flashbacks, and
maybe a bit
sad, too. I think my mother was crying but I could not really
hear or
see her because of all those odours I was
smelling and also because of all those
thoughts of death.
* I guess my cats beat Bruce Willis. Well, in my dreams.