Dream Journal
I walked through the upstairs apartment and found a black cat hiding, scared, in the corner behind the door. I knew that she had done something so terribly awful that she would need to be put down. There was a small jar of wasabi-looking substance sitting on the mantle: this was how the cat would be put down.
I went further into the apartment and saw the older lady who lived there. She was sitting with her adult daughter discussing the cat. Behind the ladies I saw a bunch of cookie sheets with small little piles of the wasabi-like substance, arranged almost in preparation for baking. The old woman was going to kill herself after killing the cat. I told her with a forcible authority that she was not going to do something like that to herself. The daughter then realized what was going on, and we both argued with the older woman. After some time, the daughter walked out of the apartment because she knew our arguments were useless.
I went back downstairs and outside very frustrated. As I walked around to the front side of the apartment building I noticed a man was going the same direction. We struck up a conversation and I thought he was very interesting to talk to. I grabbed my watering can as we talked and he started to wander off. I asked if he had some pliers to turn on and off the waterspout; I had forgotten mine.
As I filled my watering can, I became aware that my hair was still wet from a shower and wrapped in a towel. I wished that I had thought to take it off so he could see my long hair. He started to go, but instead asked if I would like to have lunch with him. I said that it would be lovely, but he must have misheard me because he looked sad and mumbled something as he walked off. I yelled back that I would love to have lunch with him, and that made him smile.
I continued watering my flowers, but noticed that my neighbor had moved in all of her potted plants while I wasn’t looking. I couldn’t tell which plants were mine and which were hers.
I sat down on the steps and fiddled with something in my hand. A child of about 4 years came up to me and we had a little conversation while his mother stood nearby. I stood up and talked with the mom a bit. Me roommate came out of the building and I introduced her to the child’s mother. I made sure the mom knew that I had a roommate; I did not want her to know that I was married as well.
She asked me how much I would chare for her to buy some of my vegetables. I told her that I didn’t have much, only radishes, peas, carrots, lettuce, and some herbs. I told her that the rest of the stuff there belonged to one of my neighbors.