Gemma: the big, big cat

Date: 12/15/2017

I was walking alone outside around a mill village and a bridge. I think to myself “where’s Gemma? I need her here with me.” Gemma appears and she’s huge, like the size of a school bus or maybe Clifford the Big, Red Dog. She runs to me from the distant field getting larger and larger. She’s next to me now and I snuggle her soft fur & climb onto her neck for a ride through some lovely wildflowers, the bell on her color jingling like a winter reindeer pulling a sleigh. I look up at the clear blue sky and almost like fireworks, shades of red appear in the sky like drops of food coloring dripped into a glass of water, clouding & dissolving in a beautiful fashion. After that I woke up.