Last night after an evening of being on the verge of spontaneous
combustion from reading the comments in the kitten thread I had a repeat
of a dream I had two years ago.  I never looked at the picture but it
still dug deep.  I fell asleep thinking about kittens, dreamt about
kittens, and woke up thinking about kittens.

(for those wondering, there is an image circulating around the internet that
contains something to do with a woman crushing a kitten for sexual fetish 
reasons)

SATURDAY MAY 01 2004 9:54 AM 

Last night I dreamt I was at a 36 hour cleanse with Kristie. I was excited
but showed up wearing black and white when I was supposed to be in all
white. We were sitting in a room with bamboo floors facing another group
of people who were doing yoga towards us in order to channel energy and
strength. A woman named Mary was there. In waking life last week I hugged
her when her cat died. The cat's name was Emma. We all sat to meditate and
stayed that way for a long time. Meditating in a dream is very surreal.
When it was time to rest, we ate ears of cactus, sucking the nectar from
between the spines. Then we could go use the restroom so I skipped down to
the basement of whatever the structure we were in was. It was like a high
school locker room so there were rows and rows of smelly toilet stalls. I
went into one and the toilet bowl was filled with human waste and,
floating just under the surface of the water, a dead rat. I gasped and
moved to the next stall. That one was similar but instead of a rat, it was
a dead grey cat. I gasped again and tried one more and this time there was
a dying cat, gasping for its own breath. I wanted to save it but was
afraid of the filth in which it was covered. I ran from the room,
realizing that these cats had been brought here to serve as our guardians
during the cleanse and meditation and someone had killed them. They had
been trusting of everyone and someone used that against them. I couldn't
speak, I vomited, I ran, I cried harder than I've ever cried.