cat people
I'm in my spare room, two beds across from each other. Both with blue covers. There is a very large mirror as the headboard for the one on the right. I'm looking into this mirror, which is attached to my computer. It doubles as a screen. I am doing a search on foetus, the band. What I find instead is someone on live journal whos username is foetus. He has a very large photo of himself, and it takes up most of the mirror, so I'm just looking at it and hes moving so I realize that its a webcam. I find this amusing because how does he even know if anyone is watching, he has really neat blue hair, brighter than mine and a little longer and really spiky. I am a cat. No, not the furry kind, the kind I always am and I forget about the webcam that HE has because I don't have one so what to I care, I get all distracted by the mirror part of the screen and then I notice him again and I realize that it looks like hes looking at me, what a wierdo.
There is no nudity involved or anything. Then while we're "watching" eachother he crawls through the mirror and into my room.
I ask him if he just crawled through my mirror because well, thats really wierd and he says yes. So we're hanging out, two wierd blue haired people hanging out. Hes very cute. My friend Chris Mathews starts talking to me over msn messenger which is NOT on the mirror/computer screen but rather on a plastic thing, which looks like those things that they put on the tables at restaurants to advertise their wine list or something to that effect. He has no trouble believing that a boy just crawled through my mirror screen. Then he says "I know you kissed him" and I really didn't so this confuses me. (I'm thinking that I would have liked to though. We're both obviously attracted to each other, but we're avoiding the issue.) I think he reminded me of someone, although who that is now completely escapes me.
There is a dead cat (yes the furry kind. resting on a piece of furniture behind the bed we're sitting on, the mirror is temporarily not there and that piece of furniture was not there before. The dead cat is all black, and very small. It comes back to life because it likes this foetus boy so much. This startles me of course, but I'm not upset. I love cats and I guess I had loved this one before it died in particular. I phone Chris Mathews because hes the one who gave me the dead cat in the first place so I wanted to let him know. I don't remember what he said, he didn't come over to see it or anything. So now me and the foetus boy are playing with the cat, it only looks partly alive really. Its very weak and we both know that its not going to stay alive for long just to hang out with this guy. The cat coming back to life doesn't really surprise him. (This guy is AWESOME!)
We hang out some more, then his mother calls looking for him. He gives me his number and tells me to call him and I ask if he has a real name or if I should call and ask for "foetus". So of course he tells me his name, and its the name of someone I know, but I can't remember it now.
I end up walking him back to his house and its really confusing there because there are a lot of people on the porch, one of them comes to talk to me and I thought he was demanding to know what I was doing there. I point to foetus (or whatever his name was) and say that I was there with him but then I realize that this guy doesn't care. I know him, his name is Myron. I think there were other people I know there now.
I think at some point I realized that this man was also a cat, because we both had wierd blue hair and we were at this cafe called Coffee on the Moon. We wanted beer and it was just mentioned and people came and gave us some. I know the guy who gave me some, I think it was Tim. (Funny that I keep adding the names of the people I know since probably anyone reading this won't know them. I guess its just for personal reference)
We're at my apartment again, his sister is there. I think we actually walked there this time, as opposed to crawling through mirrors. His sister comments on how nice my room is and shes tired. This is still my spare room that we're in but its nothing at ALL like my actual spare room and its a terrible terrible mess. Shes tired and I let her actually sleep in my bedroom. I appologize for the mess, of which there was very little. Just clothing on the floor, I was packing to move somewhere, I don't remember where, it might have been New Orleans because I really want to go there, or it could have been New York, because I really like it there or well, it could have been anywhere. I put the clothes aside with my luggage and she goes to sleep.
For some reason, my name changes, its just "a" I complain that thats a stupid name. "What a stupid name, only one letter and just "a" of all things" Someone gets offended, their name starts with A. I think their name is Adrian, they're not someone I know in real life and its not the blue haired boy from earlier in the dream, although hes still around, somewhere. I have a hard time thinking of this A person's name anyways, but thats okay, because I am vaguely aware that it starts with an A. I appologize and say I meant no offense, at least theres more than one letter in their name.