Dreamlog: Kittens, as ever

[kiya]

This time the whole kitten-baby association in my dreamscape led to birthing and taking care of an infant anthropomorphic cat. (Black and white. More white than Lennon, but not a white cat with black splotches.) In a baby sling, mostly. Fortunately, its teeth hadn't come in yet. (Because I've had adult cats latch onto my nipples, and man, they got teefs. Well, not cats. Arthur.)

Also, there was miscellaneous stuff at my father's house, some of which made sense; it was Dad's house, only more so (mostly larger), and he was giving rooms to approximately all of my friends who have been moving recently or having housing issues. (I suspect Dave-from-games got in there because of couch issues, but I'm not sure.) Also, a bunch of paintings and sketches were being removed from the basement, which Mom used to rent from him as a studio but is giving up as financially unsound. (She was not taking care of the sketches well; the paintings were okay.)


I sometimes wonder about my head.

At least this time there were no Korean dictators.