Dream

I dreamed I was in a plane and I looked out the window and a nearby plane was dropping bombs. That's very bad, I thought. Then my husband and I were with a man traveling on a wagon speeding down a path in tall grass the height of corn. It was dark. A snowy owl swooped toward us. It was beautiful. He was so close he could have picked us up.

We arrived at a cat motel which was a second floor apartment in a little wooden building. It was stinky and I couldn't breathe. There was a room of dripping flammable liquids. That's dangerous, I thought. Another room had a swimming pool for the cats built into the wooden floor. That's strange, I wondered how the owner could do that.