Dream: We keep cats in Tupperware

I was visiting my mom, but I couldn’t find my cat, Isis. She’s ten years old this year, and ridiculously humanish. I looked all over, and knowing that my mom has a habit of putting dead animals into the freezer until she has a chance to bury them, I opened the freezer and refrigerator. And there in the fridge, in a plastic tub, laid out like smushed road-kill, was Izzy. Before the tears even had a chance to come to my eyes, she opened hers and stretched as if she’d only been asleep. I whisked her out of the refrigerator and started rubbing her down (she was chilly) and found my mom on the couch in the living room.

The exchange went something like this:
“Mom, what the hell?”
“I’m not done with her yet!”
“What do you mean you’re not done with her?! She could suffocate in there, or die of hypothermia!”

But somehow I understood that my mom was convinced that keeping the cat in the refrigerator overnight would help make her last longer, like that episode of Eerie, Indiana where the mother keeps her twins in giant Tupperware to keep them from growing up.

Anyway, I kept Izzy in my arms and when she left to run around, I could just open my arms to her and she would come up and lay on me (just like she does in the waking world) and purr. I woke up crying for the love of this cat.

Dream: I dream of eating...

To preface, I was in the middle of the Master Cleanse when I dreamed this.

I was at my mom’s house and we were making dinner, though I was on the master cleanse and therefore wouldn’t be eating any of it. I made two kinds of macaroni, one with an olive oil pesto sort of sauce and the other was mac n’ cheese made with nutritional yeast. I was trying to get the sauce smoother, but the macaroni itself wasn’t totally soft enough for my liking yet.

Whilst I stirred, my aunt busted in and said we were going to dinner. Suddenly her ex-husband was there and he was bitching about something. I told him that if he was going to eat the pesto stuff he should mix it with some plain macaroni first because it was a little salty.

I kept taking little bites and whilst I chewed (but the mac n yeast was good) realized “hey, you’re not supposed to be eating!” and then I would get confused in the dream and stare into the sauce as I stirred it, trying to remember how I’d gotten there in the first place and remembering that I’d tried some chocolate granola thing at the bookstore earlier. I was getting rather confused because my memory was not acting as I thought it should be.

That is all.