My Cat Dream...
The wind has whistled into Club La Santa... Strong, gusting and energetic fresh wind; that wasn't much fun to run into... Especially with tired legs from racing 5k.
And so we didn't!
We went on a 'hike' instead; a glorious route five miles along the coastline, deserted and wild...
And back again.
We could hardly hear one another speak, but enjoyed walking and talking anyway, exploring and sharing.
I told Anadi of my dream last night; my cat dream...
I was in a room, there were lots of beautiful things in the room, books and CD's and drapes and cushions...
'I didn't know I had all this stuff' I said out loud, slightly bemused as I knew I was a nomad and that I had been travelling for weeks...
When suddenly I heard a cat's meow... Insistent meowing coming from inside a box, which was covered with a velvet drape.
My stomach lurched at what I might find, again the knowing I had not been in this room for a long time... What would I find when I opened the box?
What I found was a beautiful long haired white cat, it's coat lustrous and shining; I scooped the cat out of its prison, and held it in my arms...
It was so very thin.
But otherwise healthy and it relaxed in my arms.
How I loved this cat; I instantly went in search of food and discovered that the kitchens of a big building next door had closed, but then I recognised Linda who was coming out of the building; she is a friend of mine and she was more than willing to let me in to feed the cat....
As we walked and talked, Anadi said 'my sense is the stuff you discovered in the room is the stuff we don't know is stuff, because it is the adaptations that we get praise for, the 'nice stuff' that 'smooths our way through life', but is still stuff none the less...
'Yes', I replied, I remembered exploring the concept of our 'winning formulas' with my friend Jo's brother, at her wedding, how we adapt in ways that mean we can be accepted and liked...
The line is so thin, between who we truly are and our adaptations, but deep inside we will know, the more we stay present and connected in every moment.
'And I believe the white cat is a part of yourself that you have kept in a box, hidden away, and it needs nourishing and to let it fully shine...' Anadi continued...
And so we walked along, Anadi my dream interpreter and me, alone on the rocky sandy path, with the waves crashing beside us, the wind blowing all the stuff away, leaving us free, clearer than before, every step taking us deeper into who we truly are...
I looked up 'Cat Dreams' and this was the best interpretation I found....
'Dreams are symbolic representation of inner self since mind is a store house of our feelings, gathered or gained self experiences and ideas present in our subconscious
The cause of a dream is within us hence the best person to understand is our own self, but this has to be done in a truthful manner.
The indications relate to the person and all things happening are in his relation only. The events, symbols, places and host of other things in a dream are for that person.
A cat in dream symbolises desire for an independent spirit, creativity, power especially in relation to feminine power. Cat as such indicates faith in psychic abilities and intuition...'
This interpretation resonated the most for me, because in essence it says that we have all the answers within ourselves if we care to look...