A Disturbing Dream.

So last night I had this awful dream...


I was laying on the floor of a house that I've seen in dreams before... a neighbor's house, I think it is. I was laying in his kitchen floor playing with a litter of kittens. They were all kinds of different colors and breeds, but they all had one characteristic that was the same: They all had these really deep blue eyes.

These were kittens that had just barely opened their eyes, kittens still small enough to fit easily in your hand. They bounced and romped happily, pouncing on my hands, feet, hair... as well as each other. They were all happy and carefree, full of energy and didn't have a trouble in the world.

I picked up one of the kittens -- it looked just like my cat Nitro, only with the deep blue eyes -- and snuggled it. It purred for a few moments, and then abruptly stopped. It suddenly began squirming profusely against me, clawing and biting until I put it down. Apparently I was a touch offended by this, for my eyes watered up as I set it down. When I put it down, it mewed at me in what seemed like an agitated or angry pitch and sprinted away. I sat up amongst the multitude of kittens, watching the one that had a problem with me, wondering what was wrong.

And then all the kittens started speaking. Yes, speaking. But all of them spoke in a separate language, and all of them spoke at the same time, loudly, trying to yell over one another. I rose to my feet, staring down at these creatures in frightened disbelief. Finally, the one with such a problem with me walked up, its tail flicking as cats tend to do when they're annoyed.

"You need to change," it spoke to me in perfect English. "Change, now."

"What do you mean I need to change?" I found myself asking to a kitten.

"If you don't change," it growled, its blue eyes narrowed, "then you're going to suffer because of it. And you'll suffer hard."

"What do you mean I'll suffer? What do I need to change?"

"You'll suffer!" It shouted.

When I blinked next, I was standing out in the middle of the large cemetery that borders the property line of Daddy's house. I was standing in front of one of the masoleums that I had explored on a previous trip. I went to lean against a support column of the masoleum, and I simply fazed through it. I looked down at myself in alarm and realized that I was semi-transparent and wispy. I could look through myself and see the ground beneath me.

"What is this?" I asked myself. Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from down the hill. I looked and saw a green tent of sorts pitched -- the sign of a funeral in progress. I realized it was strangely close to where my grandmother and her family are buried. I walked down the hill a ways to get a closer look. My eyes caught sight of something that made my heart stop for a fraction of a second.

I was looking at my family.

"Who..." I murmured to myself in a quavering voice. My eyes widened and I felt my knees buckle and grow weak. Who in my family had passed away? Who had I lost? I ran down the hill in a furious sprint, nearly tripping and falling down the hill in my panic. I rushed up to Mama's side and yelled, "Who is it? Who is it, Mama?"

She continued crying as if she didn't hear me. I blinked in confusion and tried to grab her arm. I fazed through her, unable to touch her. "Mama?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Mama, please! Mama, listen to me!"

She sobbed into Mike's arms, "My baby... my daughter..."

I gasped softly and nearly crumbled to the ground. I immediately thought she was referring to Shelby, her youngest child, when suddenly I heard my sister's voice trying to comfort Mama. I blinked and looked over at the casket nearby. It was dark green, and draped with lots of green ribbons and trinkets.

"No," I cried out softly, realizing what the symbolism meant. "No, it's not! I'm not!" I turned to my family and screamed, "I'm not! I'm here! Listen to me!" I ran to the casket and tried to pry it open, but I simply fazed through it like I had fazed through everything else.

When I blinked next, I was in Shelby's room in our house in Newnan. I heard her explaining something in a soft, trembling voice over in one of the corners. I looked over at her bed and didn't see her. Instead, she was sitting over by the window with a laptop on her lap.

I looked closer at the laptop from where I stood. It was mine.

I heard a soft voice from the laptop insist, "You're lying. You're wrong. You're playing a joke on me."

I wandered over to see who she was talking to. I was horrified to look and see she was on my Skype, on a call with my boyfriend.

Explaining to him what had happened to me.

"I'm not lying," she responded, tears streaming down her face. "I would never lie about something like this."

There was a long pause, and then the response. "But there was so much I never got to tell her..."

"I know, and I'm sorry," my sister paused to wipe her eyes. "Nobody saw this coming. Nobody knew..." Her mouth kept moving and she kept talking, but suddenly I could no longer hear what was being said.

"Nobody knew what?" I asked her. "What happened to me?"

She continued to talk without hearing me.

"What happened to me!" I screamed again. "Nobody knew what! Shelby! Phil! I'm right here!" I fell to my knees and began sobbing. "I'm right here! What happened to me... Where am I! What did I do! I'm alive! I'm still alive!"

The dream ended with the sentence "I'm still alive" echoing into nothing...