And I'm living in one of them.
Last night, I dreamt of a dark town, a place I have visited many times before. The houses are always dimly lit, and people yearn for light, but they don't know how to
create light. This is the third time (at least) that I've dreamt of this place. It feels all too familiar.
This time, there was man with a sleazy smile and white teeth who enjoyed killing animals and people. I walked the streets with a close friend, searching for a way to stop this monster.
I talk in my sleep.
I mumble things that make no sense.
There's one thing that I'm saying, always whispering:
Please wake up. Please, just wake up.To counteract the darkness, I dream of power.
I dream of the Bobcat.
I saw her in Frenchman's Forest, very near to my house. I snapped this photo while she watched me. Every time I go back there, I feel like she sees me. People don't always believe me when I tell them that I saw her. "There aren't any bobcats in there," they say. "Probably just a large house cat."
I know better.
In my dream, Bobcat was much bigger, lying on the ground, cleaning her paw.
I walked into the forest and I knelt in front of her. I looked into her beautiful dark eyes. She looked back at me. In that moment, I picked up on her strength. I felt her energy.
Thank you, Bobcat. I needed that. I especially need it now, this week, when everything around me seems to be shattering into bits.
All my love to the forest.
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