J O U R N A L :::

November 10, 1998

I'm dreaming.
My aunt has died. I see her far away in the house, long blonde hair, fair skinned. She was a witch of sorts. (not really my aunt)
I have inherited her house. A huge two story cabin on a hill. The woods are behind it and the cabin juts out over the hill on stilts. The hills and surrounding areas are lush fairy green.

There is a cat, large, black, comes with the house. It's name is "A dream".
I go to sleep.

I keep hearing noises, thumping, someone is at the door. I put on my robe and look out the bay window.
It looks like a frankentstein shadow, huge and hulking.
I'm scared. I don't want to open the door. I don't want them to see me. I pretend they can't see me so they'll go away. (Don't know why thinking they when there was only one person) I notice my oldest daughter sleeping on the couch.
The person keeps knocking. I'm terrified. I'm pacing the hallway trying to think.

I pass my younger daughter's room and see that it is daylight, evening outside. I stop, as it had just been night.

There is a blonde standing outside the window waving me over. She explains there was a fire, no, there were bees, wasps, and they needed my garden hose to wash away the attack.
I tell her I'm sorry, if I'd known I would have said okay, but the guy at the door scared me.
She explains he was just a fraternity boy.

I step across the hall and tell my husband everything's okay and I point to the girl in the window, but she's gone and it's night again. It confuses me and I ask him what is going on, but he's asleep.

I look back at the window and there are "things" in the window; terrible, small things. I keep looking thinking my eyes are playing tricks. I realize they can come in, that somehow I let them in.

I see they are grey aliens. They are coming in through the wall and window. It was all a trick.
I tell them to get away and scream at my husband, grabbing at his feet to wake him. Still asleep.

The things are there in the room now, in my room. But now I'm not sure if they were aliens. I was wrong, they aren't.
They are cats; wearing clothes. Talking cats. Whispery voices.
I'm still terrified and angry. They are trying to explain something to me why I have to go somewhere with them, but it's wrong, all wrong.

I grab the closest one around the neck and hold it in the crook of my arm. It turns into a small grey. I'm choking it and it's scared, but I'm hesitant to hurt it. It feels very fragile, flexible, dry, fleshy and rubbery. It's aware I might not hurt it, but by grabbing it I broke all their concentration and I can see them all for what they are. They are all upset.
I'm sputtering, "You're really an alien. You're an alien. You're tricking me! You're all aliens!"
The others say, "No. We are cats. Cats. It's hard to believe, but we are. This place is full of magic. We are cats. We are cats."
I'm holding tight to it and as I look it slowly turn back into a cat. It is a cat. I demand light to see better and the room is lit. I look and they are all cats. The one I am holding now looks like the cat from the movie "Labryinth".

I finally let go, very slowly, I still dont trust yet.
Something happens, dream changes? I'm on the balcony patio overlooking the hills, I'm petting A Dream. I'm telling my husband the cat's name and how strange it is, and not to be afraid, because it's, 'just A Dream'.

I knew my aunt was strange and magic like a fairy and interested in quests or travels. Something important similar comes.
I go to see the people leaving large ceremony. An old aquantaince is there she is dressed finely like royalty. The others similar it is all like a fairy tale. Soft misty rolling hills, but they are in the valley.
They are preparing the ceremony and then to leave. Alex will be in the it too. I go to watch her practice. Many children together practincing in funny containers, some are swimming, some riding, some flying. The room is huge, some kids are sideways. Alex is in a cart like a fair roller coaster. I whistle twice and get her attention, I blow her a kiss goodbye, I am sad. She waves. I leave.
I am back home again. Something's wrong. Urgency.

The cats have been back, but I don't remember what for. They were there and said I had to go on the trip? I'm hurrying to get ready, to catch up with the procession. They are half an hour ahead they will be crossing water, hurry, they are going to the caves...?

A female voice tells me I have fifteen minutes to be there. I say fifteen minutes not enough, it takes half an hour, she says you have to, I say I'll never make it.
She says okay, you have fifteen minutes before this cloud of poison fog comes through or you die here.
I think okay fifteen minutes, hurry though and am getting my stuff running through the house, shoes, clothes, food, a bag of stuff. Turn out the lights? why, stupid in hurry.
Alex runs up and I scream that she has to leave. She won't listen. I tell her she has to go back to the procession, she's not listening, grab her and tell her again to run ahead without me. She is too scared, can't remember the way. Time is running out.

I can see the fog, it is pink and blowing into the town where the hills were before. People don't seem to know what it is. The woman knows I am running out of time, says nothing, like a test, just watches from some monitor place. I'm running back and forth, feel a sense of hopelessness, I can see people falling dead all over the town. We'll never make it.
I wake up, 315.

Back to sleep. Trying to get somewhere. Concrete buildings, stairs, others get too far ahead. Take a short cut. Through an apartment. Open the fridge and take out the bottom of it, it is a secret door to the other place. I send the others ahead of me, then go through.
Later see husband, has a string in his nose, I know it's an implant, I have one too with a long string attached. I tell him to pull it out, but he says it will hurt too much. I pull mine out by the string. Bloody clots appear and a plastic T shape on the end of the string. My nose feels better. Tell him again to pull it out, he won't.