Last night, I had a dream about a pink, long-haired, fluffy kitten. The kitten was only a few months old, very skinny, and in need of a home. Its fur was matted. I talked to several strangers about the cat and decided to bring the cat over to one of my sister's houses. We fed the cat some cat food and then tried to decide how to help the cat. Before we could decide what to do, I was awakened in my dream and woke up to face the reality of the youngest one of my current three cats. He jumped on my feet and was acting like he was jealous of the idea of a new cat. While I obviously don't have a picture of the cat from my dream, I do have a picture of the cat who jumped on my feet. This cat is a Flamepoint Siamese. In this picture, he looks like a short-haired copy of my dream cat. Yes, in a way, this Flamepoint Siamese cat is a dream cat. He's cute, is very lovable, has a great voice, and follows me around like a dog.

For years, I've had dreams about Benny's. Most of these dreams have been very positive ones, but I also had a nightmare.

In one of my dreams that happened a few years ago, I was Christmas shopping. I opened up the back door of my house, took one step, and found myself to be inside of the Benny's store on Park Avenue in Cranston, Rhode Island. The store had all of the presents that I wanted for my family and friends. It was one of my happiest shopping experiences ever!

In a more recent dream, I drove to Benny's. When I went inside, no one was there, and nothing was inside of the store. It was very dark and scary. This nightmare of mine happened after the Cranston store had closed.

The reality now is that all of the Benny's stores have closed. I pray that other local stores and vendors will have more positive realities, which will help my dreams--and other people's dreams--to be happy. 

Last night, I had a wonderfully positive dream: I drove my car around the inside of an office building. I went up and down stairs, around desks, avoided electrical cords, and actually had a lot of fun. All of my colleagues at work were really nice. I also had the freedom to drive without stop signs, speed limits, and dead ends. While there were streetlights, they were all green. Even with all of this freedom, though, I behaved myself. I slowed down when necessary and speeded up when some people wanted me to drive more quickly to help them with a project.