Yeah, another dream.
A man with some kind of t-shirt over his head grabs my fist as I'm passing and attempts to coerce sex. I refuse and fight loose. The man turns out to be a middle-aged clergy person (cross between Geoffrey Rush, John Wood, and Alan Rickman), and we have a meal, walk about and talk (I do not remember any of the conversation), and eventually end up on First Avenue (in Manhattan; teens and 20s), where I leave him. There are cats lying around, one quite large. I set off toward home (which meant north) and a largeish bushy gray cat crosses my path. It gets dark and I remember that it will be getting cold and I didn't bring a jacket. But it turns out I'm wearing shades, just as I'm trying to cross First Avenue. (Whew!) Having crossed, I walk up a couple of blocks, then head crosstown and find myself going through a sanitation yard with odd robotic machines and the sun is quite bright.
At which point I woke up. And wrote it down pretty immediately, so that all I lost was the conversation and why I thought I was at Stuyvesant Polyclinic.
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"To dream of a grey cat means to be guided by your dreams."
From-- http://opossumsally.homestead.com/Legends/CatDream.html
Hey! You've been missed in these parts!
I don't usually have cats in my dreams, let alone grey ones. The cats may have been trying to tell me I could move back to New York. Or, y'know, beware of clergymen.
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