Silvana Amar - The Bedside Dream Dictionary

L ate one afternoon I was standing in the kitchen of my office building and a cat came running in the open back door. The cat was beautiful. It was sleek, short-haired, colored baby blue with a lot of tan mixed in, very unusual. I never saw the cats eyes.The cat had two tags, one for rabies and the other for identification. The name of the cat was Sir something-or-other, some long and impressive name.

I picked it up and yelled for Kristy, my coworker who is a big cat lover (she has four or five), but she had already left for the day.The rest of the dream centered on trying to contact the owners because this was obviously a purebred and expensive cat. I couldnt quite read the phone number on the ID tag.The cat kept squirming its head away. A couple of times it jumped out of my arms. I was afraid it would run away, but I was always able to take just a couple steps and retrieve the cat.Then the cat would nuzzle me and cuddle, as if it felt comfortable and safe with me. It was a very sweet cat. Its fur was very soft to touch.

I decided to take the cat home with me until I got in touch with the owners.Where I lived was a city and house unknown to me in real life. I have two small dogs in real life, and they were barricaded in another room of the house, but they got out and I was afraid they would chase and scare the cat. However, they were only curious and sniffed the cat and then jumped up on the couch and just sat there like statues, one on each end.The cat would alternately cuddle and then jump down. Not because it didnt like me, I sensed; it just wanted to explore.

I was still very concerned with getting in touch with the owners, but I was having a good deal of trouble getting the phone number right. On the ID tag, the numbers were all jumbled together and I either couldnt copy them down accurately or couldnt dial them correctly on the phone.All of a sudden on the table there was a document about the cat, and on the bottom was the phone number highlighted in orange. But I couldnt quite read the numbers through the orange. I was very frustrated. Suddenly my friend Rob (we have dated as friends for several months) was there and he became quite exasperated with me. I handed him the phone and said, Here, you do it if you think you can do better. He dialed the number and handed me back the phone. The line was ringing when I woke up.

When I woke up I was mad that I didnt get to find out if the owners were going to answer the phone!

Simple Interpretation

Animals in dreams represent our intuitive and emotional selves. In the dream, the cat was beautiful and sweet. You could not locate its owners. It could be because you are the owner of thatcat.The cat is symbolic of a part of your inner self. The characteristics that cats represent can be understood by thinking about their essence or the associations that we make when we think about cats. Cats are territorial animals. They are guardians of their space. They are also aloof, and a part of them can never be domesticated. Culturally, in the United States, there is a sexual connotation with regard to cats.

Thus, in your dream you found that special part of yourselfthe sexy, soft, and curious you (the cat within). But, you insisted on giving it back to a very elusive and inaccessible person. In your dream, the unconscious locates and hands to you all the positive characteristics that are represented by the dream cat.Those characteristics may be inaccessible to you consciously or in daily life.Also, the last part of the dream is interesting.The color orange is generally associated with the reproductive system and therefore sexuality. The phone number of the cats owner was highlighted in orange, but only your boyfriend could read it. Maybe you have come to the point in this relationship (or in your own psyche) where you want to and need to be sexy and curious, just like the blue cat.

I have had this dream about 3 or 4 times a year for the past five years. I own an apartment or a house and do not live in it. It is fully furnished with all of my valuables. When I visit this house or apartment it has just been robbed of all of my belongings. It has been broken into because I neglected to lock either a door or a window. I know beforehand that I should have taken simple precautions to protect the premises, such as locking the door or window but I always leave them open. After I find I have been robbed, I am outraged and mad at myself for not taking those precautions that I told myself to take. I am so angry that I wake up and cant go back to sleep for at least two to three hours. ANY IDEAS??????