Speedy Gonzalez

Date: 9/5/2020

I’m out walking with our cat, a grey tiger, in a big city, when I hear Fred calling, “Speedy! Here, Speedy!”. I pick him up quickly so he doesn’t dart into traffic. This is not the name we usually call the cat, but a nickname of Fred’s. Fred looks like a patient of mine, Brian. I asked Fred not to call the cat because of the danger. Associations: Brian has been doing very deep work on his abusive childhood. I was touched when he had a conversation between a frightened 4 year old self and his angry teenager and his adult. My concern about Fred calling the cat is inconsistent with my own behavior of walking with the unleashed cat on a city street. I had a cat in college who used to walk with me on the quiet residential street where we lived. He was a big, badass grey alley cat I rescued when he got an infected wound on his neck. I was studying Learning Theory and designed a protocol to train him to take his antibiotic without having to force him. He ate it out of my hand. Tony once appeared to me in a dream as a big cat and growled at me. I stopped looking for him in the dream world after that. His last name is Gonzalez.