Morning Dreams

I dreamed I was shoveling garbage out of a yard and I heard meowing I saw a black cat and pet it and then another. They were suddenly the size of greyhounds covering me. I was petting them. Some were black and some were white. There were about six and I wanted to adopt them all. I looked on the nearby road and there were two buggy-style cars drag-racing driving so fast and sideways, burning rubber. I watched while one tumbled but the driver lived.

I was hearing the story about a deceased friends final days when he had one leg and sat by the window.

I was staring at bread baking in a cast iron loaf pan on the fire in an 18 c hearth belonging to my parents. The loaf pan had a cast iron lid.