Dream: Open Window

Busy busy. I haven't been able to stay online longer than ten minutes. Argh. I'm starting to miss chatting and blog crawling.

Dreamt one of "those" dreams again. This one isn't as eerie as the last one but it's harder to interpret. I still don't have any idea what it's supposed to mean.

Am! Pa BS dream analysis uli! Hehe. And thanks for the turtle.

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I’m in the bright room again. Piles of papers are scattered on the bed. I’m sitting on the floor. The sound of television static fills the room. Someone is awake.

“Alpha?” a voice says from the other side of the door.

“Yes, Lost?” I say in my monotone.

The Lost laughs; a hollow, artificial sound.

“So it is you. Any of the others would have panicked.” He replies.

I’m getting annoyed. I’m busy at the moment. I don’t want to talk.

“You opened a window?” He asks.

“Just a crack.”

“Why? It’s unlike you.”

“Listen. You’ll understand.”

The Lost holds his breath. The static fades away and the air is filled with a gentler sound. A low rumbling, like the sound of a small motor.

“A cat?” The air is crackling again.

“Yes.”

“You let a cat in the room?”

“No. I opened the window just enough to hear her purring. I was enjoying it, too, before you interrupted.”

The Lost is laughing again. The hair on my arms stand on end. Of the Five, I hate him the most.

“Go back to sleep, Lost. You’re not needed here.”

“I’ll sleep light. You may need me soon. Be careful Alpha. Cats and dogs don’t get along well.”

The static fades and I’m alone again. I close my eyes and listen to the droning sound of the cat’s purr.

Maybe I’ll open the window, just a bit more.

Maybe.

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Confused? Maybe you need to read about the previous dream.