I woke up around 2am and I was very worried because it was pouring rain outside and someone had left me a cat in a carrier out on the deck around 11pm, and the poor thing was out in the weather for 3 hours. It was raining so hard, what if the carrier flooded? He could drown!
I very nearly went outside during a torrential downpour to look for the cat before realizing this particular cat wasn’t real but something I’d apparently been dreaming about… fortunately, I didn’t get a far as actually putting on shoes before I realized that even if someone had left a cat for some reason, I would’ve known about it because I was awake past 11 and definitely would have heard a car.
As for the dream maybe Linden or Poe cried out and I heard a real cat while sleeping. And I’m pretty sure part of the dream is inspired by a bit of anxiety about the office chair I was supposed to get yesterday but didn’t (and still haven’t) and the knowledge that last time it sleeted a different large package was abandoned at the foot of the driveway a day earlier than expected and I hadn’t been texted about it as requested so the box was quite soggy by the time I discovered it, which would’ve been much worse for a cloth chair than a garden tiller.
I’ve had several dreams that I had to talk myself out of thinking they actually happened.
The most persistent one, I dreamed that I spent a day of flying a small plane aroud. When I woke up from that, I had to point out to myself that if I had actually flown a plane, I would also have memories of taking flight school.for several years, I would think about that time I flew a plane around… then remind myself that it didn’t happen.
It’s usually when I wake up in the middle of the night. The dream is still vivid in my mind and I have to think for a minute. Where I’m at and what’s real.
Since I was about 12 years old, I’ve had sporadic sunday night into monday dreams. I’ll guess 15 or 20 in total.
What would happen is that on sunday nights, I’d dream of going through “monday”. It was all so normal, so slice of life, so convincing. I’d wake up relieved that the dreaded monday has passed and that I had a leg up on the school week. Not being a “morning person” at all, it took several minutes to shake the daze of my slumber to realize the crushing reality that the “monday” was all a dream, and that for all my psyche felt, it was the beginning of a de-facto a 6 say school week.
It was deflating and depressing during my middle school years, which I truly hated, inconvenient during my high school years. I might have an occasional one as an adult, work related, but they’re more just plain weird/bizarre that make me want to analyze them more than be depressed upon waking.