reply to post by undo
My immune, creative, and cognitive faculties work pretty darn well. Not only that, this mess HAS been experienced by someone else at least once
(someone who knows me but never met my ex described a dream with her in it, described how she looked, everything), and my friend who went with me at
Disney DID see my ex- for the split second I pointed her out and then ran for my life.
While I point out stuff that would make any sci fi writer wanna rub his hands in glee at the prospect of selling it to the Twilight Zone folks or the
Outer Limits folks, and any psychiatrist sweat- I also point out that I at first thought I was having some sort of mental breakdown. Then... stuff
started to just get weird. Even my cats knew when I was going to be put thru the wringer, I would have both of them take up guard positions on the
bed- and I only noticed the connection after a few nights of having to put up with an occasional cat tail shoved up my nose.
When I was going to
have a nice, normal night's sleep, they'd just go find a spot, crash, and next morning, someone may or may not have piled on in with me. When I'd
be having these dreams about my ex, I had a 2 cat escort to bed, and both of them on either side, and on the nights I began to notice- in the semi
dark (from the outside security lighting) 2 sets of heads swiveling like radar dishes. Depending on how bad the dream was - thrashing, the now
permanent wrist injury I got from decking the bed, ect- I'd wake up to both cats, still in the room, but perched on the side table and the dresser,
and staring at me with what could only be called concern, or STILL right beside me, looking just as paranoid as when I went to bed. If this was some
sort of infection, I don't think I'd be getting bookended by 2 animals who think my only function is to feed, pet, and clean out their litter box.
Recently, they have been taking up these spots when I am awake as well. I have to watch where I put my chair, where I stick my feet, if there's a
body when I need to stretch....
When I am sick, I get the usual pity from these 2 (NONE
)- so whatever this is- this isn't me having an infection. This is something they sense,
and do not react well to. And what really throws me, it's something they have a REAL NEED to protect me from! These are 2 cats, that I am sure if I
was dying, they'd want me to fill up the food bowls or at least leave the bag opened before I finally keeled over!
I at least know for a fact this isn't something just going on up in that dusty attic I call a mind, this is something tangible enough to be picked up
by my cats. What- I STILL am unsure. What's worse- the dreams I had detailing her life... ummm got proven true by someone who (I did NOT ask to!)
decided to go on a fact finding mission. After 1 round of that, I told him if he ever went and found out anything else, whether I dreamed it or not, I
was gonna beat him over the head with the first blunt object I could lay hands on.
I also decided to keep my big, fat mouth SHUT afterwards,
too! The stress did absolutely nothing for me, and the stress of this crap being true made me almost capable of scaling the walls!